An Indian's pride

this poem is dedicated to my COUNTRY 'India'.

The drops

It's only you, in my mind....

The Painting

everytime I look at it I remember those times with you.... I used to miss "WE"

story of life

life is a never-ending game to be played at a high but dreadful cost

उसके बाँसुरी के धुन (the music of his flute)

What's more melodious than Krishna's flute?