This poem comes my way from the chupa rustom Rohan. Β I knew you were a thinker, with some great ideas but I never had you figured for a closet poet! MAYBE Maybe is not for the strong hearted Itβs not for the believers Maybe is for the souls that are…
This is one of the most important lessons I’ve learnt about people and relationships and for it, I owe a big debt of gratitude to E Vestigio. She said, Closure is your own problem. Nobody, whoever they are, wherever they are, no matter what they mean to you is obliged…
Here’s my NovelRace update, not one but two weeks later. After a ‘I do me proud’ start in the first fortnight, I slacked off for a week in between, making full use of my 30th birthday as an excuse. Pune and its wonderful people gave me a delightful celebration spread…
Your words brush over me like a breeze that makes me aware of the sharpness of my cheekbones. Cutting the air, making it drift across my hair, in streamers of blood salted sea air. You hold me up as I cough..well, this is awkward. And you say, so let’s be…
Final Destination!