A lot of old acquaintances still meet and greet me as your better half. Sometimes I tell people we are not together anymore, sometimes I j...

There are subtle undertones of pain, of guilt, of bittersweet memories, of good and bad and that which is neither. At the top, everything i...

Have you seen him .. That boy in the corner of the road. With tattered clothes, with naked feet. Beggin' for a penny, in this merci...

I like the look in her eyes. It spells hatred. It spells loathe. That look is far more intense than the little love she ever showed me, and ...

I will live my life as it flies off in a whiff with the smoke of my cigarette. Today, I just don't have the strength to run after it ...

I don't want to run away again. I don't want to be followed again. Ever . I don't want to flee again. Ever, never . I want that ...

I like emptiness. The most! Yes, its my favorite emotion, if you think it qualifies as an emotion at all. Its not bright hued, incarnadine ...

I only lie back and stare at the ceiling fan. It doesn't make any sense. Like so many other things. The lamp is flickering too. Its stra...

I like going back to Delhi. I love the way it is a beautiful amalgamation of different cultures. And also because Delhi is where I fell in l...

Oh, you don't know who I am. Because I put my name in the sand. They have asked me about my nationality. Indian or Pakistani, does it ch...