When the brave hearts like Bhagat Singh, Raised their voices and echoed the land, With slogans of Inquilab, They lit a fire in souls like...

The whole world is moving, Then why am I stuck where I am? Doesn’t the laws, Of rotation and revolution, Apply to me? Or is it just, The...

Whispering in ears, secretly carrying the tabooed pad covered in newspaper and then in a black colored polyethylene bag, saying your head...