The Heart once wanted to meet some one with whom it can play, laugh, cry and get angry. For so long, it had waited, but none appeared. All those who have passed by never touched the core, for every one had their own expectations. None wanted to see for what heart is. Poor heart still waited, in the loneliness…

One of my friend often jokes on my writing timings. More often than not, I make them true. Several I know, including a published author, an excellent critic often urged me to continue writing, which I mentally made sure to strike off. Reason? Well its a very common word these days, used hundreds of times by the populace. Would you like to take a…