Rhythms of the words make my pen lose its feet on the paper. What exactly lies in the views is just a moment. A moment that never…
I am not that easy a human.
I am real.
A wanderlust star blurts out wise words when it stops. Nobody crams up the history, if somebody does, it hardly is a…
Gazing at stars was not veining with the idea of idle. It was a leisure for the set of eyes and a game for my mind. So I sat there…