Dedicated to those symphonies lost with time.
Wealth, prestige, love or respect ? On what defines us ultimately
The song of an anonymous night rain drop, refusing to surrender in spite of all odds working against her.
We recover from heartbreaks but the initial feeling is always dreary laden with immense pain and grief. The lover requests the partner to give her a last chance, though she knows its too late
Idea is something that circumambulates around us as we circumambulate around the idea... Let us remind it of its olden ways and the need for it to mend the same. Let us beseech it and ask it to stay.