Tanya Gupta

"This big prod casket, I wanted to get rid off.My heart stops me, whenever I think off." And this is how things go! Irrespective of how much you try to get off the memories, those nostalgics booms would never leave your side. "Residences Change; People come; People Go; Memories stay!"

Sliding the rusty gate, leaving disturbing squeaks behind, eyes gleamed with all the memories of old lang syne.

As I walked into that autumn porch of pronto, scanning through that old architecture of bronco, closed chapters soliloquized their saga yet again, reclaiming their existences, they delineated all over again.

Those chapters from yore; those chapters where real happiness resides.

Those c…

Whenever there were lows, You played the string blows. For now the strings are broken, My heart is left broken.

For those strings connected the hearts, Those strings drew the crave apart. With those roads to the souls, They united us both.

The merries of togetherness, The gleam of friendship.. Those tits of hallu-pulls, Those fetes of happi-gulls.

Those strings were the mediators Of the destiny…

The pain of losing the person for whom you care is so damn inevitable…

For no one can fill up that void… Caused due to that person’s departure!!

The pain they leave behind… The memories they leave behind… Those giggles.. Those lows.. Those moments were cherishable though!!!

Those sharing of the liquorice… Those fights. Over that truffle bite… Those thought provoking nights… Those soothing tits and…