Just like the feather that tantalisingly caressed Madhubala’s damask cheek in Mughal-e-Azam; brushing it, moving and returning again for one last touch before falling away. Just like an expertly thrown stone skimming the surface of the water several times before sinking into the depths. Just like butterflies alighting on a flower for a second and … Continue reading How it all began.
De-cluttering!
Someone told me that as we get older our brain gets so filled with thoughts and memories that it has no room for new ones. Which is probably the reason why old people seem to live mostly in the past and can't remember what happened an hour ago. Well, that's not going to happen to … Continue reading De-cluttering!
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