Migration


Yaay. Migrating to jammu for the winter. I am on the way there right now. 🙂 🙂
I love change of place!!

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Travel Diaries : The End


Finally I am back home.
As they say, home is where the heart is
But I say, Home is where mommy is.
I had so much fun in Delhi but coming home made me realise I’d rather hang out with Mom.
Missed home a lot.
But I miss Delhi too. 😦
All good things come to an end.
*cheers*

Red Or Blue


Cant remember that detail
Though I remember the night
I saw you there on the balcony
Things seemed pretty lively
Chatting away you stood a few feet from me
Wearing a black tuxedo, you looked good
Lean and tall
I kept staring but you never turned
I looked at your chest pocket
And the handkerchief attracted me so
But I cannot recollect if it was red
Bright and fiery, like the sun
Or was it blue
Like the calm blue waters of the oceans
I just couldnt remember
What was it?
I just couldnt let go.