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  • “He never asked my name” : Story of Abir

    [There are some things still exist on earth, we can’t find a name for them. Just like, sometimes, we feel a relation which can’t be named, but it has a hidden beauty wrapped with an innocent purpose. This relationships are so pure, so true, that we never look at the person we care for, we…

  • Ustad….Aur Ek Shehzadi

    The river was flowing gently. With the chirping of the birds, the riverside ghat was singing the music of joy. The night long darkness was escaping into a delightful dawn. Adorning the serene morning hues, the saffron sky was looking like a sadhak.. Everywhere around the ghats, there was something so pure..so magical..What is different…

  • Nameless

      I really wanted to tell you these words.. but couldn’t. Why it’s always me to tell you everything? Can’t you hear me? Let it be, anyway.. but whatever is between us, I know, it’s real, it’s true. And I love it, trust me. I don’t know whether I have fallen in love once again…

  • Dear Maa

        Dear Maa, Whenever I am surrounded by the darkness, I find light in you. Whenever I reach under the scorching sun, I find shelter in you. Whatever it takes me to define life, I find my words in you.  

  • A ‘Banarasi’ Holi And Story Of A Daughter

    Udat faag gulaal, range mori chunariya, Aur na khelo mose Nandlaal, O sawariya.. Rang jo gulaal ki , rang jo preet ki,  Sakhi sang khelat, mohe Ghanshyam.. Rang jo faag ki, rang jo vasant ki, Tere hi rang mein khudko rangayi, re rangshyam.. Udat faag gulaal, range mori chunariya, Rangi main to tere rang mein,…