Everything becomes a story. The conversations that I have, and the moments that I spend with people around me. The moments of silences that I have in my day to day life. The sudden wanderings that I have in my weekends. The dreams that I dream. The thoughts that I think. Everything becomes a poem or a story in my life.

She: You bring out me in front of myself. And that me is the one pulled out from my own cocoon!He: And I cannot hide myself from you!

And we will lie down on the ground and have conversations with the grasses and the flowers.

We have conversations with each other most nights - Sylvia Plath and me!

We have conversations most nights,Sylvia Plath and me!

What is the meaning of life?" She asked me. "Life has no meaning!" I said."Then why do we live?" She asked me. "To create the meaning!" I said.

You have got very sad eyes" she told me. And I just smiled. Sadness has always been a part of me. Sadness hovers over my life and never leaves me. It knows all the places where I go to. And it finds me. Sometimes I do feel happy. And life looks beautiful. But these moments don't stay as long as I want them to. And sadness visits me all over again. I wear dark shades to hide my eyes.

We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee mugs in hand, we talk for hours and hours, Sylvia Plath and me!

We were talking about life and relationships. Then she asked me "What's your current status?"I smiled and said "Wanderer!"And she couldn't stop smiling.