Clouds rumbling down the city skylines, as moist wind kissed my forehead and whispered the tales of monsoon! Luckily, my bull is off today. As i strolled down the pavement, enjoying the clouds and winds,

So we meet again! I have been trying to talk to you for so long, but was unable to frame those perfect sentences which you used to adore so much. Is it with age that I am getting a bit rusty? Always dreamt

Raindrops Every day we come across a lot of faces on road, bus, subway, tea shop, and now even on social networking sites. Each of these faces have a story of another life, love, despair. If you think