Phantom footprints,Rough-shod feet, and deferred silences. Sunday, September 29, 2013. Saturday, December 31, 2011. Believe my heart to stop in high solitary places where all ceases but remembrance of you, breathing and yet not breathing like a sky grown old shooting stars unto eternity, burning and yet not burning like a candlewick that outlives all to tell the tale of a flickering flame drunk on its own light. Sunday, September 4, 2011. I do not call you by name. Sunday, May 22, 2011.

Lately, I have read quite a lot of posts written by our batchmates reflecting on their stay at Pilani during the last four years. Reading through them reminded me of the wonderful days that we spent together at our little village. Four years zipped past us before we could realize it. That led me into thinking about the years that eventually led me into getting admission at BITS Pilani.

The functionings of a disturbingly dark mind. Monday, April 7, 2014. Well well well, what could have enticed me to return from my self-imposed exile and embark on a new and much unanticipated blog post? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Or is it superman? Tell us about her! How did you meet! So without further ado let me get down to it. She is the air that I breathe, the sword in my sheath, she is the one of whom I must speak, alas my icy insides have sprung a leak. Yikes! Sunday, April 3,.