उदास मन की गगरी से छलक कर, आँखों से जो बह पड़ता है, निराश आँखों से बहता हुआ, क्या ये व्यर्थ सा है? नीले आकाश में उ Read More...
At first there wasn’t a sound, or its trace. It seemed to me like a silent place. Then a wise voice spoke. Something sleepy it awoke. We used to talk for an hour or two, Then it was time to bid adieu. Our conversations slowly became longer. My desire to listen became stronger. Read More...
