Welcome to the Ghost Town !

A flourishing township which lost itself in an unexpected and a sad manner while leaving behind what we call a Ghost Town today. All came to an abrupt end when a tsunami whipped away everything. Crazy games Gods play sometimes. While walking on those corridors of silence, I could feel the pulse of a town which was vibrant and full of life once upon a time. Again silence was speaking to me and I could hear it whisper...

Main aur Meri tanhaai...

Patch It...

Rain in My Heart

Rain in my heart; rain on the roof;
And memory sleeps beneath the gray
And the windless sky and brings no dreams
Of any well remembered day

-Edgar Lee Masters

Don't just get wet..

“Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.”
― Bob Marley

The Leaf-a-geddon

Its my leaf...Back off !!

O ya really ? your leaf...huh...lets decide it now !!

a Feather to Remember...

"HISS" Highness

Did you hear the HISS??

The Wonderful Beast

An Old Timer

This old timer needs some rest...

Revelation of a Saddle Bag

 Before hitting the road, when you have to pack your all belonging into two saddle bags, is when you begin to see the difference between ‘What you Want” and “What you Need”.

Kya Abbey ??

Oh so Beautiful Road...

Spooky Network Inc.

Welcome to Spooky Network Inc.

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Smile Please

Monsoon Magic

Colour to My Life !!

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm,
but to add colour to my sunset sky.

--Rabindranath Tagore

Flying Away...

I wish I could just fly away...

Do You Smell?

                                                "Do you smell what The Rock is cooking"
                                                                                       -WWE Superstar The Rock

Lets Walk...

There is life here...

Wow, finally we found life here !

I am the tallest !

Peace at last..

Rather be Ashes

I would rather be ashes than dust.
I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The function of man is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time.


- Jack London

An Argument