The Blissful Storyteller

Thoughts & Opinions

  • When I met Ayesha in my dream

    The girl comes to the new city, with a heart full of dreams. She wanders in the streets, dances with the rain drops, gets her soul drenched in the rain. She feels them on her face, and her stories come… Continue reading

  • The Art Of Self Love

      Love is blind, love is blue.. I shines with the glory, like the morning dew.. Love is blind, love is blue.. It sings along my soul, Forever, to be a new! Love is blind, love is blue.. It adds… Continue reading