Good morning It’s the January morning Winters have arrived but not for the Mumbaikars. wanted to flaunt my winter fashion but ended up wearing cotton But this evening the city was moaning Under the rain of January evening People’s were… Read More ›
I remember I was listening a very beautiful love song. My head was down and my eyes were staring the yellow path beneath my feet. I have a habit of gazing patterns on the floor. I know this may seem so strange to many but it’s actually natural for me.