Déjà vu.

You want to clutch his hand as tightly as you can and whisper that you love him. This is what mountains do to you. You want to believe that you love him more or less like the mountains. Ha ha. You feel like the Hindi songs have started making sense, for once. Previously they were… Continue reading Déjà vu.



I associate seas with a person who never listens. The constant sound of waves hitting the shore is like the sound of the sea talking. It talks all the time, telling everyone what it has to say. Never caring about what the other person might want to say or feel, it just chatters away. You… Continue reading Calling.