To watch a friendship blossom into love feels like you are falling in love.
I see this more a journey of finding oneself rather than a romance between a muse and a painter.
Today was a typical Sunday.
What makes you happy?
Where do you belong?
Today, I fly in airplanes but I can’t fly one
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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?