Save your brain for a rainy day, wrap it up, put it away! Reaching out to the pplzzz. Khawateen o hazraaat, aap ke bai-takkaluf aur pur zor israar pay, paish e khidmat, minjanib e bande e naacheez; aik chota mota post! I have terrible acidity from having one too many qeema parathas, and i suddenly feel terribly depressed for the state of our nation and our people and this world.

Nonsensical and sometimes not-so-nonsensical rants about what may or may not be going through my head. Try to liberalize your canvas of interpretation when reading these posts - you will go far. Sunday, January 13, 2013.

And the teacup which held the hot, stormy liquid-that was my world- broke. Man wearing chocolate leather and big deep eyes. A strong hum ensues and you get lost in words and expressions and the strong fragrance of freedom and of home. Something ties you down so you cry out and say,This one. This one right here and right now. Who do you say this to? But he knows right? Posted in no clue.