No matter how “normal” people look, living “ordinary” lives, everyone has a story to tell. And may be, just like you, everyone else is a misfit too.

And then what’s the whole point if you’re harsh to those who love you and soft to those who don’t care…

I, sometimes, fear that probably I’ll just keep changing cities, and may be someday I’ll also travel the world, but never find another soul who thinks exactly the way I do.

It’s not TIME that heals everything, it is SLEEP…Sleeping is the perfect answer to all doubts and troubles.Leaving the world of reality behind and disappearing in to a world of make-believe and imaginations, is a...

Life is, at times, tough…And all we need to do is to prove that we are tougher than it…

I couldn’t find my cup of tea.So probably, I’ve been simply taking a sip from everyone else’s cup. May be it shouldn’t matter as long as there is tea to drink. Or should it?

Exactly when will you give up?When things will seem out of your hands ?When situations will seem out of your control?Will you try to control them? Or will you let go?Will you give up then?...

But sometimes, when she’d be all by herself, walking home late in the evening on a crowded street she’d be afraid of her own shadow following her…

What if you wake up one fine morning only to realize that the life you have been living since the last few days was nothing but a dream of yours?Would you go back to sleep...

And at 3am you sit near the window and wonder if there is magic… because all you need are some fairies to take your pain away and help you sleep… you take a book to...

Apologize!That’s the least you can do to try to make right something you have wronged.

Those were the three words seldom asked to her.Yet, she knew they hold a healing power in them; For they bring a million thoughts to the mind and more to the soul; For the answer...

Never follow the crowd….Until and unless you’re crossing the road…

After torturing our adrenaline by watching a horror movie for a couple of hours the places we are most afraid of are the doors and windows of the room even though they are the only...

For grief has always been so dear to you that you would make me writhing in pain in the brothel of your imaginations than to be playing with a bunch of balloons in the yard...