So finally, I got round to posting this. You can thank Ani this time. Anyways, so the Index is up there. Where it says Index of Chapters.

A Journey Of Self Discovery. To sun rising from ashes,. It lives on; it soars,. The person you once were. The person I once was,. We found you and I,. Looking forward to reading this journey again on your beautiful blog.

Seventh Date with the 90s! A River Runs Through It. Kaveri Gupta, on the basis of. They had both said together when Arjun had finished helping her put away her suitcases beneath the berths and had plonked himself on the seat in front of hers. When are you leaving for Lucknow? Arjun remarked with a frown. And then he shook his head once before he smiled at her.

Welcome to our playground! A warm welcome to dear friends and fresh faces. The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,. Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,. In secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms. But carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;. Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,. Risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

White Moon Chalked in the Inky Sky. Musings in the silence of the night. He looked out the window of the bus, allowing the ungentle wind to wipe over his face. Drawing in a deep breath, he watched a chain of streetlights, a few roadside vendors and houses that lined the roads, pass him in a blur. Leaning further towards the window he. Weighed down by sadness, he slouched in his seat and threw his head back. The cool metal of the rod touched his nape and he closed his eyes.