I’m completely thrilled to be here. For the first time I’m in a foreign place. As my feet touches its ground, I process my inner voice-saying million things. I swear I wasn’t able to make it out. A new country, new ambience, new people and far from home. All I could taste in its thickContinue reading “The Unexpressed Diary-II”
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Beauty from the Pain
I have read thousands of stories where love was the centre of the universe, but I never really believed in that universe until I met her, and in a moment out of my conscience she became the one. It was almost magical to know the existence of that eternal time. We never choose whom weContinue reading “Beauty from the Pain”