As lights bleed out I watch my window...

I took a deep breath; swallowed the air... I drank-in the cinnamon-scented winds and sipped the colours that they were so delicately,

I closed my eyes and listened to the wind's melody shift from a slow waltz to a sorrowful ballad.

The wind tickled my face as the clouds hovered above, and the gentle raindrops fell as tears on my overawed face. I looked up at the...

As I was desperately trying to capture this beautiful day, my eyes fell upon a sparrow -or shalik as we say in bengali- It seemed to have...

'My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom.'...

I never wake up at 5am but thankfully I did today.

The clouds had had an epic battle with the sky and emerged victorious.

I was standing in the middle of a road, and made the mistake of looking back instead of forward. At least, I think it was a mistake, I'm...

I was sipping iced coffee in the Coffee House; The same coffee house that had witnessed the famous addas that led to films, books, music....