A Gypsy in Dehradun

When I studied the west, which is all many of us seem to be doing by design, I came across … More

O Monkey, Monkey, wherefore art thou Monkey?

There was a time, though I cannot seem to either remember or imagine it anymore, when I was actually excited … More

Writing Potion

That brown earthy aroma of ground coffee in a wicked alliance with rum is made homelier with a deliberate allowance … More

a shameless bibliophile

To study literature is perhaps the most grueling, even a macabre torment that a lover of literature could invite upon themselves. The horror lies in the fact that one ends up failing to enjoy literature as they once did and they are not even aware of it for years.

Poetry Yearning Forest

Dear friend of my heart, do you still love poetry as you once did? the musty smell of old books … More

Forgetting that Moment

Dear friend of my heart, It is that time of the year, of the autumnal feeling everyone seems to be … More

Not all those who wander…

Dear friend of my heart, who wanders listlessly in the deserted streets of wakeful nights, searching for someone who would … More

Wind, Night, and a Beautiful Stranger

Dear friend of my heart, Have you ever felt like you had been away for years, but now you are … More

Dream, Rhythm, and Melody

Dear Friend of my Heart, Rhythm and melody are not exclusive. At the moment I come from a feeling that … More

Dreams, Orchids and Fruits

Dear Friend of my Heart, In my dream last night an angry red-headed man started becoming a story. He turned … More