Cigarettes, Burqha and a Love Story

It Was Late Eighties. A totally different Era. A Totally different World. A Globalising World With So Much To Explore. A Place Filled With Beautiful People. The World of Letters & STD Booths. I Had Given My IAS PRE Exams & Waiting For Interview Call. Almost Six Out Of Every Ten Young Lads Of The … Continue reading Cigarettes, Burqha and a Love Story

That’s How I Killed Myself

She Was Beautiful Infact Extremely Beautiful. Her Eyes Were So Alive That She Can Heal Your Wounded Soul By Just Looking at You. I Love The Way She Talked. I Saw My Life In Her Body. She Was Not a Person Anymore But Embodiment of Life For Me. One Fine Evening I Saw Her Getting … Continue reading That’s How I Killed Myself