Romancing the lens: Ankhon ke kuch kisse adhure chod aaye humBadi mu...

Romancing the lens: Ankhon ke kuch kisse adhure chod aaye hum

Badi mu...: Ankhon ke kuch kisse adhure chod aaye hum Badi mushkil se apne kadam mod paaye hum Khair chodo, ab daur na raha yuhin mar mit jane ka !...

The flying leaf...!

Yesterday when i was walking through the posh lane of Boat Club... I was trying to figure out... who is more interesting... the rich old man with calculation on his mind... or... the leaf just died from the tree... falling on my head... before landing on my head this leaf would have had a normal life... hanging at the last tip of the tree... waiting for food and water supply...

Now.... what? why is this leaf so happy...? why dance on its own death...?

I was walking with lots of things in mind... how to leave this city or city life for that matter... where to go... whose door to polish now... sometimes, an answer is the biggest question to people like me...

Leaf's answer was "I am happy... I am free...! I have no expectations now... nor I wish a second life." I was full of questions by then...

Am I making most of this life...?