Ab bhi jis ka khoon na khaula, khoon nahi woh paani hai! September 22, 2014. When I talk to the conscious self,. Not letting my thoughts,ambitions and imaginations fly. The unconscious self, on the other hand, lights a fire in me. It helps me stay afloat. Think brave and act carefree. It enables me to take chances and create some. The unconscious dehumanizes me when logic takes over a decision to help someone. Is all people seek sometimes.

On Monday, March 12, 2012. But for that day, I was lonely. In the unending multitude of heartbreakingly unfamiliar faces, I only had the naughty breeze for company, which also devoted attention to tickling the ribs of small bright lanterns suspended from each tree in the magically illuminated garden. That naughty, musty breeze might have remained my only companion had fate not been in a playful and yielding mood. Was I crazy when I shared the first smile? Because a part of me to.

There is this feeling, even when you are surrounded by humans. The feeling you seldom relinquish. The feeling you are a lamb among a wolfpack. The feeling of a river, who has to run. This feeling never grows old. The feeling of a tree amongst bushes. The feeling of a bush surrounded by concrete compound. The feeling of a skyscraper in the glades. Which is always on a verge being struck down.

Finding light in the darkness. This is not a confession. This is neither a short story. Our reality, where you and me decided to spend our life. Of course we are alive, floating somewhere, and while you sit by that tree, listening to my melody, I look beyond the darkness to find a bright light, waiting for us, and that my dear, will either break us or make us immortal. We are in a room, sitting across each other,.