There was once a man and a reporter. There was a girl. The man fell in love with the girl. Both walked towards different sunsets and new dawns. Here is their story. - "The light's fading fast. Please hurry up," the cameraman told the reporter. ...

...time passes as quickly as a white colt glimpsed through a crack in the wall. - Nichiren Daishonin (1222-1282) - "What do I write this week?," I asked a friend. - "Why, don't you have any work?," she asked. - "Well, told you. Am in transition." ...

- "If you're so sleepy please wait outside my room!," Sharma remarked even as my eyes closed for the umpteenth time. - "No. It's not that. I often close my eyes when I'm thinking," I lied to buy my peace with him. I turned my gaze from Sharma...