That gap between half sleep and half awakening has always been occupied by nostalgia.

Look its very simple: You’re nice to me, I’ll be nice to you. You dare to be bad, I’ve got good reflex. Can go to bad bitch mode in no time.

A writer’s job is done once the lines touch reader’s forbidden chords.

People who know that they are wrong and still don’t feel sorry are those who never learn.

But then a part of me wants to go ahead and move on, make mistakes, learn things, know how this world works..

Oblivion is the place where all my best thoughts reside or I must say hide.

I feel love is like a cigarette –you know it is not good for you but by the time you realize, you are so addicted to it that you can’t leave it.

I know that feeling when your heart repels your body, not new for me.