I found love in strangers The operator of the cáfe Who smiles at me every time I go there. The security guard at the main gate Who caught me smiling and talking to myself Or the kind librarian who asks me about my day. I found love in them. From the train, I remember I found love in strangers The lady who shared the food The young boy who played Ludo with me

Excitement, nerve, pride, amazement, and many other feeling were mixed when I put my first foot in St. Stephen’s College. I took a moment to admire the magnificent red building before rushing into the process. It looked like an ancient institution standing there for more than a hundred years. Its British architecture was appealing. A large one at the top of the building established that this is a Christian minority college.

I love peaches. I love myself You got yourself, babe. I got myself There are unread books on my shelf I am mine, not yours. You punk-ass elf! When I hear you say my name I despise that sound Air becomes thick When you are around. It becomes hard to breathe Can you please Let me live in peace. There is something I want you to show I think I hate you

\ My struggle with sleep was on peak When Santa sneaked into my window He turned around ignoring my open eyes And checked for a chit under my pillow. Disappointed he faced my sad face “Tell me, what do you wish, little boy? Cycle, little aeroplane, horse, camel Remote-controlled car or any other toy?” His eyes twinkled to me with sneer That swayed a smile on my sad face