Relationship
Friendship – Mugs And Chips
I never wrote any soppy social media post about our friendship and the mugs, because unlike me, she likes maintaining a low profile on social media.
I never wrote any soppy social media post about our friendship and the mugs, because unlike me, she likes maintaining a low profile on social media.
Weddings!! To me, the word signals delicious food; not to speak of the prospect of uploading my picture on social media after draping myself in
Hey, how many unfamiliar friends can you think of? Familiarize me with them and let us thank them for all that they are worth.
Here’s raising a toast to three ‘young-old’ women who are aging like fine wine.
Rains have always attracted me. The beauty of nature appears best during the Monsoons.
If only they had built The Samrat’s character, if only they had focussed more on his accomplishments, than on delivering endless sermons and fitting in a few needless songs.
Payal looked out of her window and thought where did she go wrong? How come she could never enjoy all the fame and the beautiful life that she rightfully deserved. She was no way less beautiful or deserving than Tina or Sarah.
It did rain at its peak the following week but it did not bother Meghali anymore. Two cups of filter coffee and a rainy walk on the college street marked the onset of a beautiful rapport between the two pure souls.
Still, monsoon arrives every year unfailingly with all her magic, soaking the asphalt-covered streets, the resonance of falling rain on tin sheds reminding one of the mellifluous notes of the Santoor and the urban poet is content in writing his name on the fogging glass facade of the airconditioned coffee shop.
