Sher-O-Shayari

एक रात बुझी लाशों को याद करें,फिर ख़ुद के होने का हिसाब करें।।

Affectionate diaries of Young-Stupid-Love

Standing along the corridors of high school, A window of higher possibilities was left open for air to surpass, this is where we breathe together for the first time in our lives. A gaze, a long one, so rare to ingest in the wilderness of classes, hurriedness was a main door of St. Xavier’s, but I was calm and collected in the mood of love. There was no silence at all, but I was numb, He toggled to collect himself but in a sudden event we left our hearts there.