सफ़रनामा

  2020 has been an year of Books (at least to me). An year of plentiful knowledge, personal refinement and living stories.  The making of a reader and the discovery of “Pal-do-Pal ka writer” within, the positive fallouts of the departing even (still “odd” one out) year .  I “literally” leap-ed through and survived this dreadful timeless time by developing a fervour for literature.  You are never alone with a book in your hand :) I really don't know whether it’s just a possibility or the “maktub” for a devoted reader to eventually start writing, but personally, the blog itself has so far been a testimony to this. Through “Khayalat” , I will unfold the pages of my personal diary which is an embodiment of the expressions and feelings that penetrate my heart and force me to pen them down. Since “You only live Once”, but not your blog.   Since the first poem has always been dedicated to the love, here I unfurl the Bibliophile façade of me.