A red building, ambience lightedInhabited by people, yet fully vacantThe jingling bangles laugh and hauntSmirk miserably, often release a sighTheir ringing have a melancholic tauntDeafs confuse it to be "visit again,bye"The tresspassers there are varied menSome new faces, some people oldFor it is a Read More...
Urmi:That evening, although the sky was frequently overcast, it was at no time dark. The rain-bearing wind was blowing in squalls from the southeast and I, inviting not only the rain, but also the tattered images of some memories, sat by the window wearing a cerulean dress. A cold zephyr touched the Read More...
That night, I replayed the tape from our meeting on my mind over and over again. It was the moment.I was hoping that I'd move a step closer to what I wanted,and like every other thing,this time too I'll get it. The laws of which I knew so little were visibly working before me. The ambience added to Read More...
It started one evening at a café.I was looking at my phone, occasionally throwing glances outside the glass window, waiting for a friend. Meanwhile inside the café, the piano keys were perfectly syncopating with the guitar. The voice of the first performer was no less than the ringing Read More...