A poem about love and heartbreak.
Pinjra Tod members managed to disrupt this year's worshipping but the men resorted to playing 'holi' instead.
Sometimes I wonder, would it be a lot easier if I just got married? I could still dabble into this, and my wife wouldn’t hear a hiss.
Nobody loves Mumbai's Marine Drive as much as young lovers with a need for space and no money for cafes or hotels.
Love is a swimming pool, and I’m only a fool who still hasn’t learnt how to swim.
Each stage of love imagined as a colour in the rainbow.