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Her eyes are on me I know it, o I do My fingers tremble slightly Remembering playing for her too For I am the piano man Getting paid by the ...

Do waqt ki roti nahi, toh ek baar hi sahi Marne ka freedom zaroor hai, azaadi hai yahi Kuch log kar aate hain duniya bhar ke chakkar Kuchhon...

Armaity Dilliwala looked incredulously at her report card again. No, there was no mistaking it. There it was. Third. She felt a little sick....

The way to my heart Is not an easy path The journey offers little consolation It is all about destination Coz I am the kinda gal Who once ho...

He already had a best friend. How could he have another? Seven-year old Akash was facing a dilemma. His school teacher had given his class a...

It was the first day and her stomach definitely knew it. She had put up a brave face while being dropped off at the gate, but now as the gre...

The car goes thump-a-bump As I shut me eye And there goes ol Missus Golita She always smells of apple-pie Look a little further Ho, 'tis...

I read Alec the other day and something she said made me realize that I have not yet intimated junta about one of the most amusing displays ...

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night thinking about work. It's gets grimmer when I reveal that that also happens while I am o...

Delhi is radiating heat. I, one who spends close to one-third of the month in the burning haze of Northern Maharashtra (places like Jalgaon ...

Things are looking wonderful. (Almost). My parents are getting here tomorrow, we are attending Bua's and Chhote Papa's 25th wedding ...

I do some blog surfing nowadays and a couple of blogs are my favorites. One of them bloggers is really into it, she visualizes her blog as a...

Weird thing I noticed today. I had some time to kill at the Sangli railway station, so I was loafing around. I went to the bookshop brimming...

There is a Hakim-Aalim-Hair-and-Tattoo-lounge near my old place on Carter road and it has since the past half a year sported a hoarding in ...

Breezy is over-rated. I don't want to be one of those cheerful, chirpy, always-happy things, these people who bear any and every one of ...

I love the coffee culture. More than coffee itself. I treat these coffee shops as 'homes away from home' - taking books and newspape...

There are some people who were probably reading magazines not meant for them when they should have been in the line where some or the other ...

I was going through my older posts, the ones at the beginning, the ones that inspired me to start this blog because I felt I wanted to tell ...

Alec's latest post comes like a whiff of fresh air. While I look around, struggling to find things which are going right, here comes a p...

It is difficult to explain what really happened in the last four days. Because it is really quite absurd. The company has this tie-up with o...