Spy Next Door

With no acquaintances he started living around.. He wore a long trench coat with a muffler hugging his neck..Rolling his eyes around and kept shuffling his cards deck..His suspicious eyes kept looking every nook and corner. Was he a detective, was he a thug; his dubious looks can’t deny. He kept fouling curses on me … More Spy Next Door

Khushiyo ki khwaish

Gamm se zyada khushiya darati hai..door hone par fir se mayoosi le aati hai.. Gamm to gazabb ka sath nibhata hai..jaata hai der se or wapas yunhi aa jata hai.. Kaise kare bharosa is khushi ka ye to chehre ki muskaan mita jata hai.. ©Sajal Gupta

This is love ~ Rumi

This is love: To fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. ~Rumi This amazing painting is courtesy to an excellent budding artist Akankshita Arya!