The lanes and by lanes of old delhi have a sense of familiar smell...the smell of biryani. While walking on the streets of turkman gate the fragrance took me to this 70 years old kitchen. The entire team was busy in preparing feast for a wedding. Huge degchis(saucepans) were filled with biryani, mutton curry and many more dishes....I immediately started regretting and cursing myself for filling my stomach with those tasteless masala oats that morning 😬
Life is all about timing... the more precise u r with the timing of god the most beautiful and interesting it would be. The realism has less appreciation and fakeness has totally grounded us as null void. Art is less appreciated but when combined with these realism and timing of life it gives u the essence of moment of truth.
In the journey of our life I will be their for you Just give me call Just call me in your soul soothing angelic voice "bhaijaan" I will make this world turn upside down to fullfill your wish. This journey we started This journey we will cherish I will be as a sheild I will be as a sword I will be as a roof I will be as an angel Just give me call "Bhaijaan"