It was like that moment, When you can’t believe, The words printed on the book. And you either have to re-read it, Again and again to...

I didn’t believe it ended, The way it did, So straight and fast, That I couldn’t understand that, It’s a metaphor, This ending to the...

A walk around the town, While the summer sun sets in the west, I think how a certain scenario would be perfect, Only if it happened with...

Books are not just printed words in a sequence, they’re not just a story with characters, they’re not an escape from the world, they’re...

Kehne ko toh yaar hai, Bas zindagi hi kasurwaar hai. Meethi baatein hazaar hai, Kadwe toh bas ishtehaar hai. Yaadein toh gulzaar hai,...

With their houses and shops nearly looted by the monstrous Nazis, the only thing Parisians were left was the hope of freedom. With Louvre...

A loud sound waking her up, A flash by the window a second later, A shadow appearing then, This is not a story out of a book. The window...