My worst enemy.

Through the narrow paths and lousy traffic, I raced my way to work. Amidst all that chaos and people giving wrong path indicators, music is my saving grace. The ride to work is always an adventure; rude people, potholes, broken roads, heavy traffic, people coming at you, taking the wrong side, man! It is one…

False hopes.

"When the time is ripe" she said. "I hope we'll have each other." "It will never be" he replied; "But we will." Inspired and improvised (modified) from the little chat I had with my sister from WordPress, Shruthi.