When people leave, relationships end, what one is left with are pain and memories. To all those memories...

We often ask a falling star to fulfill our wish and we often forget that fallen star is dead. Same happens with humans. If they're not dead, they are not capable of reciprocating the emotions because of hurt they have faced in path... For all those shattered souls and fallen starts...

Let that one person be your Sunday... A day away from all your worries.

A fragrance which leaves a lasting impression with just one whiff. Happened to met someone like that who filled with fragrance

No one knows when they will leave everyone behind and still we fail to recognise the opportunities to love, to reconcile, to have that little smile... After all, we all are living on a borrowed time.

It's about when you're lost even when you've found your home, when the walls, the emotions are still feel strange...

People are starting to forget the voices of their loved ones... Make sure your people do not forget yours... Just make that one call...

Many of us go through overthinking and we don't find answers... To all those unanswered thoughts...

When your pain starts to give you more fulfillment...

Aaj, iss mulk mein, jo bhi kuchh ghat raha hai, satta ke aapsi bair mein jo insaaniyat pis rahi hai aur jaise insaan chhath raha hai, usi ko apne shabdon mein Piro ke, hamari sadasyaa, Anika verma leke aayee hain, uthal puthal