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

sh

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

much more than anyone would ever know

and then there are sometimes when you hide yourself in a dark bed, no bits on your body that can possibly hide enough, you think of times you can possibly never talk about, thats when you know that your love is much more than what she ll ever know

every kid has his godfather

everyone walks around with a box in their hands, a little box, a box to lock that one special person in, their little kids, and keep them safe and around forever.

never too late....and in time you know

so here comes this random afternoon in four years, when two people, two best friends in school days who believed in each other, too scared to make the first move after years decide to catch up, pour their hearts out, and see the other side of a beautiful little place called bhopal.

she loves like a virgin

a million stories tangled in her hair, a billion times shes fallen on her knees, they say shes not worth the risk, but i know, she loves like a virgin, too good for most of us around, too pure to touch, too beautiful to be written about

a lucid dreamer

so i dream everyday, i walk out wanting to change a lot of things, there are some days when i come back feeling like the king of most things, and days when im a little pup, hiding from a huge pile, but then a loved one looks me in my eye, and i know there is much more to me than just a couple of shoes and hats and sunglasses and bowties.

and then tomorrow when i walk in, i know that i ll be the king of most things

dad and i

so it finally comes to this one man whom you look up to, one man you can kill and die for, your idol. not a lot of days back, me and my dad after a bit of a fight, and after not having spoken for quite a while, had a silent moment, which meant much more than most conversations we have made. a moment where i guess he said that hes proud to be my dad,

not a lot of times we realize how deep love can be!