The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along. -Rumi Somewhere in between wiping dust off book shelves, cleaning the desk and rearranging knick-knacks all over the house, a thought enters my mind: what… Continue reading Have we met before?
What of life, if not for all the people we meet en route, the moments we share with them, the impact they have on us, on our thoughts and our perspective. I remember being 17 and having a whole host of friends. Surrounded by peers mostly, trying to fit in, trying to be liked, playing… Continue reading Raahi