Walking past the quiescent streets, lost in thoughts I headed towards home. After a tiring day, nothing else soothes me like silence does. The streetlights blinked often, leaving the streets in desolation. With songs banging in my brain, I continued my journey. On the way I saw a lady, probably a beggar in late twenties.… Continue reading Abandoned


Christmas For A Hostelier

It has been three years since I left home, three years of not belonging, three of sleepless nights and three years of missing India. I had left home with a dream so vivid that it filled up every void of my being, a dream that kept me awake at nights. The thing with dreams is… Continue reading Christmas For A Hostelier