From reel to real
She walked towards him. Every step of hers, underlined with grace and appealing mannerisms. "Why do you act so helpless?", her voice echoing through the audience. He stared back at her with no efforts to contain . . .
Photo Credits : Pipa Coutinho
Location : Indonesia
I always found myself quitting things. Whether it was at the pretext of not being capable enough or because of the fear of failure. The biggest fear was just to get started and hang midway. I had been going through this phase once again, when she came . . .
The Thar was her home. Away from the desert, she ached for the sands. And longed to sink back into the burning grains. She missed the heaviness which entrapped the soles. With each step, one dug deeper and deeper. She was born . . .
"Baby, am I difficult to be with?" He asked with a tone mixed with humor and curiosity. She avoided his question at the first instance. In his mind ran a hundred thousand thoughts. She had . . .
Oh! How many summers did you wait for it to open.
Sometimes with a rose in your hand.
Playing the game of ‘love me, love me not’.
Oh! How many falls, fell away, waiting for it to fall apart.
Playing the game of waiting . . .
The Echoes Of Success
He stepped into the old room. This had once been his first cabin. Moving into a suite hadn't made him change anything about this place. The room made him honor those days of endless waiting. They . . .
Who Stands Alone
Suggesting a kind of restrained demeanor. The old salt. Like a sea-dog. He knew he would reach the safety of the shores only if he rode along with the tides. Swimming through the ruthless waves. Cutting across the waters all . . .