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+Amrutha T   was not the first girl I loved. If she had been I might never have realized how special she is. In a way all my past fai...

These mornings I have come to love, they have remained the same but then they are a constant reminder of the one thing that has not cha...

A small poem that I wrote for a past post and that was rediscovered now. The day was dry, moments wary, and then there was the kis...

Everything I know of that day I know from the myriad reflections it casted on her beautiful eyes. Everything thing about that day I reme...

Stranded in the crowded Island, Often I find myself alone. Staring at the starry water that knows not malice. True its heart it s...

Oh! My lovely lass, why don’t come sit by my side and lay your head upon my lap. Let me rock you to sleep and ever so slowly to the wor...

There was once a little daffodil, Leaving beneath the great oak tree, Who was also her dear uncle Bill, Under his shade she drea...

‘The Beginning’ or as I like to call it ‘The Tale of January’ There are no preludes, no forwards and certainly no prologues. But...

I got a call a few minutes ago, it is impossible to call it a call, all it was a monologue of half a sentence long. A string of wor...

I believe every one of us at one time or the other starts searching for love. Some go through their whole life ignoring their hearts ...

This happened some time back almost during the time of the last angst autumn. In my evening fiestas I used to gaze at the horizon, I...

It was not two years and one day ago that I met her. I knew her even before, In fact I might have even known her from another life. I...

Hasn't it always been about love? Wonder what I am taking about? I am taking about marriages. India is a confusing country for a m...