When I Would Meet Myself!

Dear Maya (8th August,2058 — 65 Years 8 Months Older) Hi! You must be looking as sexy as I am now Ha Ha! I always fantasised how would I look when my hair would turn grey. I hope that you are healthy and strong and that you are living a good life. Do you still have long hair…

Gazing Fairy

I would be your companion, Rather than your noble conquest- Learn to talk to me – I would understand you, Without making a mistake… When your hand is firmly on the reins, I would take you where you want- Trust me like your soulmate, I won’t fail you – I can’t… Don’t be afraid of…

Little Spire from Last Summer

(Inspired by ‘My Last Himalayan Trek’. We Miss Sneha( in story, she’s referred as Ruth) – a lady who lived the longest in the shortest life span. She would stay in my heart, forever as the sweetest inspiring memory of my life). It’s a story that happened during last summer when each leaf was turning…

The Nineteenth Autumn

I  was  9, when  I  had  planted  her,  as  a  sapling… Few months after Mum passed away, Dad and I shifted to Akhnoor(A Small city of Jammu). The place is believed to be the ancient city of Virat Nagar mentioned in the Mahabharat. The city was calm yet beautiful. Dad believed that shifting to a different place…

When She Touched The Sky…

Chapter 3: ONE FINE DAY IN DIDNA  The Third Day(30th May, 2017) I was rambling through an enigmatic autumn forest. Suddenly, I heard an unfamiliar melodious voice from a far. Chasing the call, I started walking through the pathway and  discovered a sculpture of a unicorn with twinkling ruby eyes. It was gleaming as the…

When She Touched The Sky…

Chapter 2: AN EVENING IN LOHAJUNG The Second Day(29th May, 2017) Adventure begins at the end of the road you know..! At a point of time you realise you’ve nothing to lose and a whole world to see. Regardless of how mournful last night was  and how panic struck we were, we pulled ourselves back for…

When She Touched the Sky…

Chapter 1: LAKESIDE The First Day(28th May, 2017) Sometimes living a happy life with  hand full of money and heart filled with over esteem, pride of success and achievements is not certainly considered as completeness.  I realised that the very moment I saw the foot hills of Nainital from a far. The series of small…