Since when have the windows become the cages of dreams? Iron rods piecing apart the roads out of reach.   Since when have the curtains turned from shield to sheath? Zipping away sunlight, darkness beneath.   Since when have the doors stopped opening at all? My demons and dreams have started sharing the hall.   Read more…

I was (and still am) an introvert and it took me a lot of time to come to terms with it (not that being introvert is some sort of cancer). As a child, I was not very much inclined to attend family functions or birthday parties. Books always succored me in those situations. As I Read more…