Reporting from God's own country.

The sky is the new ceiling.

FROM NOIDA TO NO IDEA

"When you don't know where you are going all roads lead there."

I am going.

Who? Me?

Am i a poem or an equation?
Economic boom or a cost-push inflation?

Am i a curse or a compliment?
Your morning paper or your mid day supplement?

Am i a command or a wish?
Will you store me in a bottle or serve me in a dish?

Am i a line or a dot?
Will you treat me like silk or a car-cleaning cloth?

Am i a jpeg or a giff?
River Kwai or just another bridge?

Am i happy to be me?
Or is it you I am trying to be?