As the moon hides behind the grey clouds, As the soil smells of petrichor, As the wind blows colder than usual, That’s when I know, That...

I’m feeling guilty of the things I shouldn’t feel guilty about. Like the words I said that night, I can’t sleep. Like the words I said...

I sat there under the banyan tree, Shady enough like my life, Plucking petals from a red rose, One for he loves me, One for he loves me...

I write because I don’t want to forget the minutest details of what you said, how you looked, who were around us, the butterflies in my...