Though it sounds part serendipitous, part enigmatic, part in control, part intractable, it seems like a game to be played void of the knowledge of rules.

It is engraved in the very genes of the human being, to climb the mountain despite knowing that there’s nothing to be done after making it to the summit.

Three souls, though the knots in the same string, thought in different directions and slept in varied orientations like the angles of a triangle.

If you don’t write your own story, you will be a character in others.

At times, they (stars) looked like the rubies and emeralds placed for exhibition by the god.

the coffee is my present life and the milk my childhood. Bitterness or the blandness neither could be tasted exclusively, when the god buys you a café-latte

Do they think they could spring up the love and compassion in the core of alienated humans by a mere hug? Does the happiness propagate with much ease like a modern day disease, by a mere hug?

One is stranger to oneself after a dreamy slumber

Why are we living? Because we are sborn! Why are we born? Because we have to live!.