From @AshishSingh:
"While walking through the corridors of India Habit Centre, I peeped into a hall which was full of memories. Memories that were given form of paintings and could be seen from Rainer Maria Rilke's eyes. Those memories could also be read in the notes of Haruki Murakami. There was loss, there were people, there were landscapes which I must have seen while driving towards Utrecht from Amsterdam.
It has been a day, and I am still fond of those memories."
From @ek_cuttingchai:
He sipped and put down his glass of whisky, a scotch with two cubes of ice and a smoky coffee aroma that filled the air. Leaving today after 29 yrs into building this empire, which most corporates can only dream about, brought him to mixed feelings of distraught, content.
This room is where he enjoyed his favourite drink; parties, meetings, deals, awards and may be still might, every time he has his whisky.
From @Shraddha_G:
The previous night she had ‘drunk-WhatsApped’ him and confessed her feelings for him. She never really knew how he felt for her. He did like her but she feared he might never reciprocate. She thought the meeting would either be the last paragraph of an old chapter which would be a memory or beginning of a new chapter in her life.
"While walking through the corridors of India Habit Centre, I peeped into a hall which was full of memories. Memories that were given form of paintings and could be seen from Rainer Maria Rilke's eyes. Those memories could also be read in the notes of Haruki Murakami. There was loss, there were people, there were landscapes which I must have seen while driving towards Utrecht from Amsterdam.
It has been a day, and I am still fond of those memories."
From @ek_cuttingchai:
He sipped and put down his glass of whisky, a scotch with two cubes of ice and a smoky coffee aroma that filled the air. Leaving today after 29 yrs into building this empire, which most corporates can only dream about, brought him to mixed feelings of distraught, content.
This room is where he enjoyed his favourite drink; parties, meetings, deals, awards and may be still might, every time he has his whisky.
From @Shraddha_G:
“Meet me once,” she said to her five-year-old crush and hung up the phone.
The previous night she had ‘drunk-WhatsApped’ him and confessed her feelings for him. She never really knew how he felt for her. He did like her but she feared he might never reciprocate. She thought the meeting would either be the last paragraph of an old chapter which would be a memory or beginning of a new chapter in her life.