Pashmina Nights

I still crave for those beautiful nights in which we used to be wrapped in a black pashmina shawl and write verses of our divine love on each other's lips without ever running out of words...

My Dehradun

Bunked classes, divine friends and shared puffs remind me of my two glorious years in dehradun. Dehradun, a place where maggi is in abundance and roads are often embellished with rain. I am craving to live that life once more in order to be certain that, it was not just a beautiful dream, it really happened in my life. There are few things in this mortal world for which no matter how much I crave, won't ever be mine again. Dehradun is one such thing...

The word death was not in his vocabulary

His five year old brain failed to understand that why, even after being set on fire, his dad is sleeping peacefully?...

My life sucks without you

I still remember and miss those moments when, I wrote the lyrics of our love story by kissing your sternum and you, lost in bliss, craved for oxygen but still, never told me to stop...

A beautiful surprise

One day, she told him to meet her at 6 in the evening and put on a black shirt and she also told him that she has a beautiful surprise for him. He left from his office at 5:30 and had to cover 60 kilometers in half an hour in order to meet her, therefore, he drove his car as fast as possible and consequently, he was killed in an accident. She saw his lifeless body which was adorned with a black shirt. That beautiful surprise was the news that she was pregnant...

His doctor, after 6 months, gave up and told her that now, it is just a matter of 3 or 4 nights. She, instead of waiting to see him die in front of her eyes opted for a suicide and his cancer united them forever in that world after three days of her death...