Mumbai Diaries (II) – Baarish // Rain

Kabhi nazron se ojhal, Kabhi har pal saath hai; Kabhi dhoop se takraati, Kabhi bheegi saari raat hai; Mujh se kayi chahne wale, Bohoton ke rashq ka baais, Kisi ke sukoon ka zariya, Aur kisi ke liye aazmaaish; Kabhi bepanah baras padi, Kabhi gumm si hai ... Yeh baarish bhi toh Kuch tum si hai.... Continue Reading →


Mumbai Diaries (I) – The City

She teaches you to survive like a warrior, and face everything as it comes, such that no matter how rough your day passes, yet at the end you reflect on how thankful you are. She holds your hand and weaves big dreams with you, irrespective of how small a village you belong to. She even... Continue Reading →

A Passenger

It was a hazy, rainy morning. I had struggled my way to the railway station in that weather, beating all mud pools and unpredictable showers. So much, just to board that train at 8AM, on time. The train, on which I first met you. And the train, on which we'd last met. It'd been more than a... Continue Reading →


To begin with, let me throw some stats here for the fact-hungry logicians: Muslims were the target of 51% of violence centred on bovine issues over nearly eight years (2010 to 2017) and comprised 86% of 28 Indians killed in 63 incidents, according to an IndiaSpend content analysis of the English media. As many of... Continue Reading →

You Don’t Get It… Do You?

You don't get it. I am a soft person, I do not like harsh treatment. No one does. Not even you. Your words rudely hit me though, teasing and mocking my self worth. But... you don't really get it, do you? This world has everso been unfair; You'd know that I've trust issues with it.... Continue Reading →

We’re Waiting, We’re Watching

What is this grimace dripping from skies? What are these thorns rising from the ground? Sharp, fatal and long endearing Like our martyrs, underneath found. Was there none to listen to their screams? Perhaps the leaders were silence-bound. Taunts about 'red cheeks' flew in the air, Behold! Now skies too are painted red With the... Continue Reading →

Be All You Can Be

Be the blossom to my flowers, Be the beats to my heart, Be the wind to my sails, Be the love to my art. Be the moon to my night, Be the healing to my scar, Be all you can be, And all that you are. - Shereen A. Mir ( @fromlifetoshereen ) via Daily Prompt: Blossom... Continue Reading →

Be At Ease- Part III

I know, you do not admire changes; But what's with such monotony, that your soul is losing its form? - Shereen A. Mir (via Instagram and Facebook )

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