Daydreamer. Foodie. Sucker for the aroma of petrichor, the concept of one-by-two and warm hugs.
Yaadon ki tarah,Har mod par takraate ho tum.Ek khula rahasya jaise,Chup chup kar satate ho tum.
No stops,No directions,I don’t see a road,The horizon doesn’t define me,Nowhere is my home.
The mind has been busy. The soul unsettled. Here’s what they say.