That gifted book That gifted book: the one that I gifted you on that fateful day- the day we met for the first time, when you stood by...

The human forms were not visible clearly as the sandstorm blew its part over the rolling desert land. It was a tiny village set in the...

It was the month of March, almost three years back. The pandemic had not yet created havoc in the otherwise placid life of the people. My...

My loving D, You are the repertoire of all my thoughts and delicately captured moments of my ever-growing life. As I sit down to write,...

"Standing in front of the glass door at mid-noon When the sun reaches the center, I see my reflection And I stare back at my shadow." "A...