Like the passing scenery that I witness through my window, I see my thoughts grow.
Her eyes radiated waves of passion and aspiration. They revealed her gullibility and innocence. They struggled to conceal the adventures of her soul.
To shatter the enticing image conjured up by my dreams would come the nightmares. Wielding black capes, spreading darkness as they came close, my nightmares broke my dreams. They broke my belief of exploring the unexplored.
My daily routine includes travelling by Mumbai Locals. The phrase Mumbai Local evokes the senses of the mind and says 'crowd', 'rush', 'madness', 'noise', etc. But that's the peak hour rush. What about other times? Let me tell you that it is fabulous. You get to travel in a relatively empty train and more often … Continue reading Through spaces