She wishes to feel the warmth of love again, She longs to cherish the full moon from her window pane. She describes him in her own way, Just like a writer writing his favorite play. No chance of scattered devotion, No loophole for seepage of pure emotion. She starts flowing like a poet, Fantasizing him…

So many times we misunderstand people because they sound angry to us. We don’t want to talk to them or even stand next to them thinking they are rude hence can’t tolerate them around us. Instead, have you ever paused for a second and before judging them, tried to understand the reason behind their reaction?…

Have you ever found yourself wander in the afterglow of a moment, which was once just an unnoticeable reflex. Have you?