What we label as hypocrisy is not always a double-standard but sometimes its just the difference between what we believed we could do and that which we were actually capable of doing.

If I were a poet, I would have been the worst one around...as a non-poet, I do okay.

If I were the night, I would have never let the moon talk me into believing him that he's gonna stay...

When I was young, I wished to fly into the sunset...Now I just gather food and twigs, the sunset looks beautiful from my nest.

Raining desires, sunshine of hope, rainbow-coloured dreams and a life nurturing wrapped in the smell of the earth fresh after the rains...I guess that is how motherhood feels.

Stupid memories...chuck them whenever, wherever you want.. they will always find their way back to you !!

It rains pretty often, the heart gets drenched only a few times..

Of Mornings : Leftover dreams of last nite n their remanences....

What we think of as destinations are actually milestones, coz noone knows where the road ends.

Of adulthood : All that I am and all that I could have been...

Of childhood : When a toy was all that I could break...

Of childhood : When paper boats were enough to carry my imaginations far far away..

Don't ask me about time...I am just back from Puducherry :)

Nitisha Singh loves the morning sunshine in Bangalore coz its seldom that both of them rise together :)

The familiar retreat, nature, food, the smell of the sea.... Dear weekend, waiting for you eagerly

While we renounce our dreams for the peace of Sunday afternoons, lets not at least fool ourselves by passing it as maturity.