Everyone is a story. An open book filled with shades of different colours painting a picture of their life.
And he who couldn’t stick to his promises, made a promise for love.
Don’t lose hope, for there is a sunrise after sunset.
It’s true, we carry the traces of where we are from. You are the iota of where you belong. Mumbai Maketh Me is a sonnet where I describe about my presence, my life and a tribute to the place where I reside. This is me, I’m Mumbai. Mumbai Maketh Me.
In life, for our best relationships to last long, we have to give some time and space.
There are some people in our lives we binge on. And at the need of hour, it’s not their physical presence that appeases our soul, but just the thought of them makes us feel happy.