His mind scolded him for his stupidity and urged him to forget her but his heart had no justifications for its stand. It remained unmoved, its solidarity unaffected, its arrogance still holding.

Today many of these selfish politicians are preying on the nation itself - (belching corruption and farting discontent!)

Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?

Whenever the cloud of ego threatens to engulf me, I remind myself of my roots. It helps keeping my feet on the ground.

Competition was as much as respecting your opponent's work as introspecting on your own.

One half of me is a hopeless romantic. The other half is well... just realistic.

Love lies in those unsent drafts in your mailbox. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if you'd clicked 'Send'.