Sunset..

​With you I rise, with you shall I set…… 


Mountain…. 


As he slowly gulped down little pieces of her down his throat, 
It became easy, 
And in matter of time, 
The pieces became his very own, 
A little of She, 
A little of he, 
And the more of them, 
He became a mountain, 
She flowed in the valleys, 
And she was his shine, his very air…… 


This image is of the Triund Trek I was lucky enough to spend Somedays where… 

To exist or not to….

There are days when our existence becomes a question. Everything attached with every one of us becomes an illusion. These are the days we realise existing and existence are two totally different things. You exist till your heart beats. Existence is for eternity…..

Too many good people are leaving us…. 

This one for everyone whom you miss, who has been an inspiration, a guide, an idol and whatever you want them to be….