every day is a poem

The earthy sombre tones that once made my world Turned into pinks and olives Hues have changed… Unknown are the reasons.. Unspo...

Straight to the point. I am going to talk about the non- profit organisation working in India- TEACH FOR INDIA. ‘Teach for India’ is a pa...

So some day or the other you meet some people in your life who happens to be special. You kind of get used to them. You feel like you cant...

This is the childish poem I have talked about. Sorry for taking a long time. Courtesy: Internet For all I know In the city of Trin...

So, I am very much back to my blog. I had to stay away a few days. I had been too carried away with Internship and my aunt going for a ...

Blogging has really addicted me than I expected. I am like a huggies baby with curly hair crying for more and more ice cream. I check my ...

Today, we are taking a Mumbai local train. I am not specifying any train or route. Let it be any silly train. Get in, have a seat and be ...