With some warmth in the bones, we drove on for another half an hour past some breathtaking scenery devoid of any human beings in the entire horizon. We drove near the Bhimtal Lake where we had been just a week ago and headed to the small town called Bhowali. Duh! Since there was not much.

A mystic tribute to the time, that glorified my moments, in the solace of one Divine Entity, one Pious Soul, on the banks of whom,I deposit my worries, my happiness and My SOUL. Friday, November 1, 2013 by Indrajit. We parted ways beneath the desert moon ages ago Afreen,. Vagabonds linger and rests sometimes passing by the spot Afreen,. Their hearts of longing, distant from their beloved homeland Afreen,. Do they too smell the desert, of love I buried ages ago Afreen? You were my zikr.

Friday, February 5, 2010. Wednesday, February 3, 2010. Was it a small city? Was it a large town? Links to this post.

This Insane Asylum is a host to the most adventitious thoughts from an equally bizarre person. Tuesday, January 01, 2008. The past four months here have been nothing less than legendary. I have learned almost a billion things here. No, I m not talking about bunking conferences or feigning sickness or talking for hours on the phone,. Talking about the Infosys quality standards, as a friend says,.