Word Play Toshal Gandhi

In time is despair, when sorrow takes over, we tend to think of it as the end, the end of our capacity. Here’s a story of a man, a man who was thought he was at the end of his story, but rediscovered his story, his beginning at the end.

All of us have been a part of some or the other love story, some time, one time in our lives. Love is mystical. The person leaves, but the love stays. What is this mystery? How can you forget someone, remembering them always.

When we’re young, we often face confusion and battles to prove ourselves. Most often, these battles are internal, battles that we fight with our own fears. Here’s a short poem for the you in youth, the you that believes, the you that flies high to achieve.