bright burning sun buried in the snow tender frozen legs cold dark winters flower in the rain that suffocating smell

fulfil the destiny that was never ours live the dreams that were just illusions believe in something that is impossible lets live the life after death

At the Ridge, it seems that people here has all the time in world. You can see people from early morning till late night doing noting, just strolling around, munching ice-creams (I’ve eaten seven in last eleven hours), drinking shakes and extracts...

Dear Ritu, I was afraid that I’m forgetting your face. You know earlier – when you were gone and I just could not accept that fact – I imagined every girl I saw morphing into you for just a fraction of a second and then when they asked me what’s...

She May be the face I can’t forget The trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or the price I have to pay She May be the song that summer sings May be the chill that autumn brings May be a hundred different things ...