The same feeling, the same breeze,
the same smell, the same images.
Smells of memories,
memories of joy,
joy of freedom,
and freedom, undefined.
It's the same feeling,
it's the same month of MARCH.
I am a writier, as I have the same pen,
and the same paper.
BBut I am a poet, as I have the same zeal,
the same smiles, the same tears.
It is the same sound of the dry leaves.
It's somehow the same poem,
Suddenly, it's the same me...
As a little kid, sitting right next to the tape-recorder, while listening to the song, I would look at the cassette cover, and wonder tha...
11:06 pm, Gurgaon. My uncle (my father's real brother) called him after centuries and he wanted to talk with me. He asked a simple qu...
I live in a body, which works for my mind. I have a mind which lives in my body. I have a heart which lets me love my mind and my body! All ...
Well, I am all set. Yes, making a film is much more than a college assignment. i just went through Nemy's blog and saw a post on how ...