A women. She is Shakti.-The power in you. She is the goddess who gave you birth.She is the sati you get tomorrow as your wife. She is the little girl you are going to raise up with your hands tomorrow.she is around you everywhere. Filled with courage. Filled with feelings and thoughts with… Continue reading The goddess of life.
Dance , is not a part of life but the way of life. Dancing through the flaws and reliving life through dance . My journey of dance in the 10 years. I started my journey of learning classical dance since I was 8 years old. Little did I know that it would make it to… Continue reading Dance- a way of life.
We have our memory drained. Drained into something that wound around your heart like a spark of magic to forget the past. Our past takes over the present. Our pasts always take over our present siutaions. Situations in life that put you down or out you high on cloud 9 , doesn’t matter but yet… Continue reading Forgetfulness and life lessons.
While we see the clouds passing on , we find the irony that those cotton like creatures stay everywhere around us but yet pass away from us. The clouds teach us lessons. Some people are given so much prominence in our lives – They become our day to day addiction. The tendency to stay with… Continue reading Passing clouds.
The love for monochrome. Monochrome- Monochrome describes paintings, drawings, design, or photographs in one color or values of one color. A monochromatic object or image reflects colors in shades of limited colors or hues. Images using only shades of grey (with or without black or white) are called grayscale or black-and-white. What makes me love monochrome… Continue reading Monochrome.
I have always wondered what’s beautiful than broken stuff . Looking at so many broken pieces that are reserved and preserved for a life long. Some broken pieces bring so much when it is put together. Beautiful shapes , beautiful souls. We are all broken. Someone is broken through the heart , someone is broken… Continue reading Broken pieces .
Story of the conversation. A kid was standing and looking at the sun, the parent came up to speak to the kid and the kid asked – Why aren’t we as bright as the sun? This small conversation I heard made me think about it. But yes , we are bright. Brighter than the sun… Continue reading Life as a sun.