I was at the balcony smoking a Red feeling that usual throbbing in my ears I feel whenever I am in a crowded space. This throbbing feels ...

Few days ago, my friend told me his story. It deserves to be told. // Last summer, I met this girl. Met won't be the right word in this c...

Today was complicated. The chai was perfect. The weather was not. The cigarette was the same as always. I was there. She was not. Complic...

Sometimes when I’m on the road, as I watch the crowd of people shift feet, I get this sudden urge of knowing their stories. All these peo...