Imagine life with no words? Will you be able to communicate? What that life would be. This piece is about ‘words’ that we use in our lives.

I am looking out for inspiration every time, but not for the things I want to do in life. This is a struggle; I face every day. I don’t know what to do. This piece is about that.

'Ye inspiration, kahan milegi?'

Black is my favourite colour. But I wear white shoes.

It is about childhood. A nostalgic piece. If it was mine yesterday, it is someone else’s today.

'Bachpan toh Bachpan hi hai, Kal mera tha toh aaj kisi aur ka hai'.

Khari Baoli is one of my favorite places in Delhi. That’s where this thought came from, but I still can’t get over how I reached there.

A letter for you. It comes up with a twist in the end.

Roshandaan gives me a memory of the conversation I used to have with my Nanu. He told me the meaning of light and darkness in life, that is what this piece portrays.

A lot of times, I struggle with situations related to timings. So, deep down my soul asks me, that am I really in my time? And if I’m not, the soul isn’t there to back me up too. So, we both are not the same what we were to both of us.