When death will spread all over the land, then alone will the living dead understand. - Tapan Kumar Pradhan

Nothing is more painful in this world than love unrequited. But can true love remain unrequited? Whatever you give, it comes back to you a hundred fold, nay a thousand fold.

Truth is naked. Truth was, is, and will ever be. But we humans like to wear masks.

Pokhran was born. Pokhran was dead. In less than a millionth of a second. Hymen of secrecy was breached for ever. Infant had become a Big Boy, at once shy and bold, with the suddenly acquired carnal knowledge of creation and annihilation. Then the Buddha smiled.