Wind rushing through your hair, a beautiful horizon and the roaring noise of the ferry's engine - funnily seems soothing. If you have ever sat on a ferry alone and literally introspected life on a ferry, moving across the river, you'd relate to the feelings. And if you haven't I urge you to do so,... Continue Reading →


Two Sides

But when all is said and done, I find myself surrounded by darkness, inhibited by it. I am no longer a happy face, warm hug, a familiar neighbour or a soft handshake. It's an alternate me, which takes on the back of my mind when I take over the world; sets out in the darkness,... Continue Reading →

Humane human.

We never crossed paths for a year even when we were just across the corridor or a few feet away. So unaware of each other’s existence. It’s just now I realise that I needed to grow as an individual to understand, treasure and value you. I had switched cities, a new school and an entirely... Continue Reading →



Words left unspoken. The thoughts of love, forever lost and pain proliferating; paving its way into the depths of my soul. The world around; a standstill. Myself being the only witness to the agonies, soul burning in the deepest depths of brutal beatings. The edge nowhere to be seen and I find myself in the... Continue Reading →


Let go.

Let go, feel the wind blowing, sit by the river; learn how to contain your wrath, take in its coolness.



      The number stayed the same but an addition and a loss of one kept going on, but those eyes never left the hunger of knowing what freedom tasted like.                                              ... Continue Reading →



In hours of pure silence; the darkness that resides within, comes out to slink unenclosed. It gambols upon the rocky abyss of my soul and mocks the myriad images which bear witness to my adversity. Working through the hours of solitude, indelibly resides itself within the deepest corners of my quiddity.  Leaping above the quivering... Continue Reading →


In love.

She was always in love with the moon. Maybe it was because it made her realize that no matter how many scars you have, you can still shine brightly amidst the never-ending darkness. 



Mcleodganj, Himachal Pradesh, India. Mcleodganj is a suburb of Dharamshala in Kangra district of Himachal Pradesh. A place which is popularly known as "Little Lhasa" because of its large population of Tibetans. The winds and streets of this town are filled with peace and tranquillity. Serenity wafts amidst the valleys; the winding roads surrounded by... Continue Reading →


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