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Hi! I am your Bumbler.
I am a Software Development Engineer by Profession; A Story Teller; Cinema Enthusiast; and an Utopian.
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Dil tumhara tuta nahi hai, bas bikhra hua hai… The advocacy to get love, though his actions comic and childish, was beyond any des... -
A person with an immense depth in her heart, As it is in her eyes. But the love struggles to sink in those depths. May be she... -
Coveting the time to go slow, Wishing to hold the moments and dont let them go. Time is now reminding about my return, ... -
As the train takes me through the darkness My eyes search for the light, To find in the thickets If somewhere the life survives. ... -
Once, I lived on a tree, With everything green around And other birds pretty. An elegant view of hillock, Where lived a lit... -
Have you ever been alone on a deserted railway platform? Railway platform of small towns always turn desolated by midnight. Flickering t... -
June 20, 2011 6:00 pm It has been more than two weeks of my stay here in Gujarat, at my home on this holiday. The time flows, I realise ... -
Raw, Wild and Mighty, Its profusion of emotions, Untamed incessantly. With unveiling beauty of the moon, It churns within and ascends, As if... -
Feeble dimmed steps, Irradiated my eyes Quilt’s beneath; Awakened me From lust in ream, And broke the infatua... -
If I could fly, I would flee high, Up into the sky, Where every night is Diwali, Resides our Almighty, And his ruling ecstasy...
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