I don’t like going there. No, I don’t. I don’t like going to that place which has become the storehouse of our memories. I would have...

​The last time I went there, I wanted to run away from the unknown lanes. Every single brick on the numerous buildings screamed to me to...

Just as how the clouds don’t belong to the sea, Just as how the waves aren’t floating in the sky, Just as how we don’t fly on earth,...