Welcome to my world of dreams where imagination and reality, fancy and truth, laughter and tears move hand in hand. I will let you have a glimpse at the share of my own sky, sometimes sunshine bright, sometimes with dark cloud and gloomy rain. I am that memory which will remain with you as a serene glow of moonlight. I am that thought which will nurture your soul like a whisper of mountain breeze. I am that dream which will haunt your being like a ferocious gushing brook.
What do I do with so much love? They are of no use in my everyday life. Sometimes, I use them in poetry for it leaps, I don’t know from where! Or at times, I bury it below the Gulmohar tree ... And keep expecting burgundy red flowers… My pitiful waiting!