To get the right answers, one needs to ask right question from others and more importantly, to ourselves.

Do we know our source or ‘ourselves?’ Who am I? Within ourselves, operate different levels and layers. One layer that we show to the world and another that we truly are.

At the stroke of midnight, I am engulfed in the darkness of the night, and I am thinking of the man behind the mysterious static loop. It never crosses my mind that I have already ushered in the New Year…

Look into those eyes. They held heaven, paradise and magic. Eyes full of care and heart full of love overflowing! This is bliss. Happiness from sweet nothings. A look, hug or shared bite. Or shared chutney, for that matter.

Or does he even have a soul? Actually, each one of us has one; some just never reach out to their own soul…

He is lonely, even if he does not admit it. His way of life is nothing but an Outlet from Loneliness…

Sometimes, days and months of conversation cannot do what an hour of play can achieve. It might take an hour of play to know a person, real person lurking behind the mask.

Our silences were our real conversations. Our eyes were our real language.

Love in the air. Love has no form. It can have any shape and size. It has no definition. In fact, even defining love is incorrect. Love defies all rules and boundaries. It is not a prisoner to set norms or traditions.

Our journey, not our destination makes our finale special…