Posted in January 2012

A dream..

The sun was pouring in from a window somewhere as it lit even the darkest corners of the studio apartment that was now home for us. It is strange, how a few months back when we’d come as renters here, the place was a mere one-room-hell-hole. The very prospect of living here had scared me … Continue reading

A new way of looking at life. (:

    Happy is the man who can with vigorous wing Mount to those luminous serene fields! The man whose thoughts, like larks, Take liberated flight toward the morning skies –Who hovers over life and understands without effort The language of flowers and voiceless things! CHARLES BAUDELAIRE, “Elevation”