The storms that passed by…

Standing by my bedroom window, looking at the storm outside, I gaze at the trees falling, uprooted from the ground. The same majestic trees which stood in all their pride, Giving us shelter and forming a beautiful canopy. I hear the winds howling like a mad dog, Whistling through the small gap in the door, … Continue reading The storms that passed by…

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Mumbai local mein ‘outside’ chhokri

Mumbai, often rightly called ‘the city of dreams’ or ‘the city that never sleeps’ and even the ‘safe haven’. It has been all of these for me and much more. It is my third year in this city, I am living every day to the fullest. It didn’t take me more than a week to … Continue reading Mumbai local mein ‘outside’ chhokri