a group of friends, their identities and their love that knits them in each others life each day.  

aeiman.karan.ateev 

to a pretty friend, and her beauty spot.

to friendship beyond distances, beyond time, love that we share over awaited meeting and smile, live and never stop believing, to soulmates <3 

one more time i think about you, a couple of years have leaked through the love, the childhood. im glad that you still sometimes manage to make me smile, i will always feel your wings :) i still sometimes feel you around catching dragon flies. you live timelessly

the mushroom girl

and then you again start looking into a pair of eyes, and love again fights and argues for its being, you es ee the escape but she drives you away once and then twice. shes a mushroom girl

a diverse culture im in love with

shor bazaar- a tiny documentation of the first show we ever did, 

something that will keep us bonded in a strange way always

to colors, commotion, lights, love

the femme fatale

to nothing but glamour, the beauty of  nakedness

to the devdasi

she was supposed to be beautiful,

she was supposed to serve her gods,

she didn't want to lose her dignity

probably she never will,

but today she chooses to live in slums 

hiding from faces that stare

from eyes that don't mean good

but for today,

she is happy in the color, the bling that she sees

frightened to look at the suns glaze

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to people who will never be past

to things most people don't understand

to people who made you who you are

and who you will be

for laughter and tears

to unforgettable memories

to fancies, to things much wanted..

to dreamy nights, smiles that fly high and vanish,

and then you realize that there's no place better than home..

i see lights, i see familiar faces,

people that i almost grew up with,

i realize

i hold up a drink for the super power of a super dad

for the love for best friends, for distances that don't matter,

for living each day the first,

or probably the last.

for the city i love, beyond words

for the love of travelling, for the love i feel in bombay, 

people say its crowded, 

quite many believe it stinks,

but i don't think ive seen strangers throwing warmer smiles than mumbaikars,

im not surprised why people who come never leave  

for the love for shoes....

for the love on the streets we walk everyday, the soul to sole connection