Sometimes we become the people we've always hated or complained of and develop a strange sympathy for the time they were with us. We always have a predefined notion of paradise and in the hurry of finding it, we ourselves become one, for the devil.In the process, we gift ourself a wound, called regret. Which … Continue reading A picnic of wounds
Lost in thoughts of having noodles, of savoring the taste of its masala and soft texture, you are cleaning the dust-laden showcase and finally surrender to the craving. As you exit from the kitchen, you realize that you’re still not satisfied. You wanted more. You go and eat the entire big bowl so that you … Continue reading Keeping love alive
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