Yet another rain drop, but its my lens to the world.
Sweet when it rains, salty when it flows over the soil of time.
Chronicles an alluvium of nostalgia and scars.
My home in the virtual world, I fondly call it, The White Bougainvillea.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Kum se kum aaeene se to yeh umeed na thi, Bewafa hum se hi humari fitrat chhupata raha. -besabr.
Literal translation from Hindi:
Did not expect such from the mirror at least; Disloyal, kept hiding my nature from myself. (c) hp.