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Tiger fall, Lonavla

• c a s t a w a y •

~ l i f e i n s i d e a l a m p s h a d e ~
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Trees are the poems that earth writes upon the sky- Kahlil gibran
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Sailing into the clouds.

• The Himalayas •

The things that matter the most to this human race subside in this beautiful corner of this world.
I call it my heaven.
-Thought CAFE

Bhaiya aap hamare sath cricket khelege?

And we lost the match by 21 runs.

This Diwali,
Burn the evil inside you.
Not the Crackers !

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*Sneak peek*

The year was 2081, and
everyone was finally equal.

I saw him today standing in my puzzled and labyrinth neighborhood. He was just another ragpicker trying to stand against the walls. I don't know what made him different for me. Maybe it was his innocence that was twinkling and shimmering in his eyes or may be it was his endearing smile. His thread like fragile bones had nothing to wear except for his own flesh and skin. I know, our conversation gave him no monetary benefit or tranquility. Even the assurance and care that his pals give him every single day offer him warmth that is somehow cold. But his one smile gave me a sense of serenity and warmth that had not touched me since a while.