A lazy afternoon, few smiles, sharing of some old stories, smell of hard bound books, soulful music playing in the background which very quietly lulls you to sleep...Simple pleasures are the only ones the complex can afford.

I tried hard to become a poet... weaving thoughts, drawing similes, rhyming words... till the day he came and said "you are a beautiful poem".

The irony of life is that to truly miss something.. we need to truly want it first.

Wish God created some version updates, the current OS seems a little dated.

Umm...feeling foodstalgic !