I'm living in a valley surrounded by the lofty mountains. A tiny streams cuts these giants cradling the world around it by its constant gurgling. The stream is sluggish these days. The shadows of winter have crept into the its soul. It meanders slowly in introspection and retrospection. It no longer caresses the shore, no … Continue reading The Valley
Deception is an art. It's like the ever changing face of the moon that dances slowly across the sky. The moon that has no light of its own outshines the stars. It's altering countenance entices us, creates mystery. It dances and deceives. Like the moon , the impact you create depends upon the face that … Continue reading Deception
Don't paint flowers on a broken canvas, no matter how beautifully you colour, the picture shall always be imperfect.. The smiles of the flowers will be tainted by the scarred canvas.Don't try to mend broken relationships or reconcile broken friendships. Some flowers blossom in spring, some in autumn but they all have to pass through … Continue reading The Broken Canvas : On Moving On
There is a Goa beyond the beaches, beyond the drunk laziness and the mad music. There is a Goa which is an amalgamation of different cultures, a riot of colours, which feasts in chaos and sleeps in tranquility. That's my Goa beyond the beaches where people of different cultures gather together to celebrate their existence … Continue reading Goa : Arpora Night Market
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