Everybody wonders about the day they die. The day, they leave earth and never return. Will it be a rainy day or a bright sunny one? Will our clothes be of rainbow colours or a… View Post

I used to write because I was sad, it was a medium that could take me away from where I was, to a place where I could control my emotions. A place where I could… View Post

Lover I turn and stare at my beloved as she floats down the aisle; angelic, pure and everything I imagined she would be. She looks breath-taking in that white dress and at that instance my… View Post