©Pranjali Bhatt

Ever imagined that every person you see, every person standing on the street has a story, may be an extra-ordinary story to tell. Ever imagined that abandoned building is a home for many twittering birds. The stranger who bumped into you has fought a battle against cancer? Ever occurred? Me? Yes, I have a habit, habit of observing things around me and finding funny moments circling through that observation and also at times feeling the centermost creature on Earth, all of these, just while commuting. Seeing traffic police daily, reminds me of cartoon “ Make a way for Noddy ” and the sole police office in that animated series named Mr. Plod (no idea why I still remember). And a smile spreads across my face. Obviously, when you compare Mr. Plod to any traffic police you see on streets, with a huge belly and his whistle, you just laugh. Sometimes, if you are extremely lucky (well in my case, yes), they allow you to elude a rule and instruct you to just not stop and go, even if y

Dear, No One May be you are there (cliché may it sound “Man of my dreams”), may be you aren’t; soul reason why I have addressed you as no one. I wonder whether you are on other side of world or in same city as me. I hope your survival is still unknown to me and I won’t shy away from the fact that somewhere secretly my heart awaits to meet you. This letter, well because, there are so many doors reserved for you, so many things which I don’t want to talk about with anyone but you. I don’t even know whether you will read this ever, you might not be the guy who reads a blog. But I know for me, you will or else you would never be mine. Where do I even begin? There are like 1000 stories to be told, I suppose due to surroundings, lately I have been hanging heavily on my heart. People of my age have managed everything. Me, trying to still figure out what to do. I can literally feel that fear running through my veins, to get captured in the world where there is no good reason to liv