Being poor is knowing exactly how much everything costs. Being poor is getting angry at your kids for asking for all the crap they see on TV. Being poor is hoping the toothache goes away.

Ek chocolate jo hum dono ne baati thi. Khushboo uski kuch waqt to humne sambhali thi. Yaadon ke wazan se thehri hui uski panni. Waqt ke jhonkon mein jaane kahaan udh gayee. The lone chocolate that we had shared. Its wrapper too under the memories stayed. Here comes the mummy stuff.

The only thing that keeps us from being happy is the belief that you are alone. Nostalgia- it takes us to places we ache to go.

A blog to share my inner thoughts, ideas and memories. To share my stories, poems, theories and photographs.