Harry Potter · Journey · Magic


I am sad that it’s over. But that sadness is of trifling magnitude compared to the joy it gave me. I am happy to be a part of it while it lasted. And maybe someday, from some corner of the world, another enthralling epic will start its odyssey. And I will fall in love. Again.

Creative · Creative Writing · Hope · Life · Magic · Memories · Romance


Today is the day I banish my hell. Today is the day I let go. Today is the day I should walk away from the magic. Today is the day when I grasp my memories, for the last time. Today is the last day of my oblivion.

Creative · Creative Writing · Death · Life


Death exists. Death exists in the gusty wind, in the bewitching sunset, in the dainty flowers, in the nondescript office desk, in the flickering streetlamps, in every flake of life. Death exists in our everyday life, and we slowly walk towards Him.

Creative · Creative Writing · Life · Romance


At sunset, I used to walk up to the hill. At sunset, I used to sing a lullaby. At sunset, I used to walk the pebbled roads. At sunset, I used to stop by a garden. At sunset, I used to see her, every day.

Creative · Creative Writing · Friday · Life


Time. Is time a healer, or a mere cloak? A cloak - which shrouds the pain with a sense of serenity, only to be blown away by the winds of an abrupt storm?

Creative · Creative Writing · Life · Memories · Romance


What are heroes and villains, if not but the opposite sides of the same canvas – one shining brightly with a picture, while the other - a mere wooden piece collecting specks of dust in the shadows?

3LineTales · Hope · Life · OnlyHundredWords · Romance

Cruise of love

I cross the rocks, on my journey, in search of love.

Creative · Life · Romance


It is okay to fall. It is okay to be on your knees. It is okay to get your heart broken. Why? Because you have only one life. And to experience the magic of love in that one life – that’s worth it. That’s worth everything.


The truth about ‘Selfishness’

via The truth about 'Selfishness' Sometimes in life, you come across a rare piece of art. An art, which is so amazing, so beautiful, that you simply can't be satiated. An art which you want to share with the world. This is such a moment for me. Read this post: an absolute beauty.

Friday · Life


On one lazy Friday afternoon, I look up from my desk. People were already calling it a day, and bidding their goodbyes, and wishing a happy weekend. The clock tells me it is a little over 4 in the afternoon.