What makes you happy?
Where do you belong?
Today, I fly in airplanes but I can’t fly one
Read, comment and let me know
An open letter to love in my life
India is a beautiful celebration of its cultural shock.
Did she know she could never see it’s other side?
Charminar is not Charminar without the constant bickering of its people.
She had everything, so why did she run away?
Faith is the routine of the universe.
She keeps on moving her feet, hiding her beautiful yet unrecognisable face from the glaring sun, with the veil studded with mirrors which shone like thousand stars
There’s something about road trips.