It’s time to re-write the poetry and slit that lover again, It’s time to bring the graves to justice with the help of tearful rain, ...
It’s time to re-write the poetry and slit that lover again, It’s time to bring the graves to justice with the help of tearful rain, ...
When I entered in that room, I knew you were dying, I was happy and consoled myself, You won’t see me- won’t see me when I am crying. I look...
Hello once again and welcome to the fourth edition of what we normally are used to refer as Ripping!! Only difference this time is that we w...
Throwing up my arms in air, with fists trying to have some strength in them, in a lazily wracked chair that I am so used to of in the office...
There is always a retaliatory feeling from within when I first start writing any blog. And the culprits with no ‘bhow’ like scary (supposedl...
It’s been two funny days in New Delhi, with lots of moisture and fog but the winter is proving to be tolerable. Or maybe, I remain seated in...
December 28 First Up… Having finished my weekend (Saturday) at a friend’s place drinking and dancing with few known and unknown people, I sa...
It might feel a little too early to write, but then my repository of self being breathes at such a pace that I sometimes feel that rest is u...
All right, in the hustle- bustle of life and the so called tantrum full employees, I start my conversation with you, with an ease of now get...
It all started off with a normal chat that I was having with a friend about sex and its sanity. And soon, I discovered that I am not living ...