On days I want silence, I play the nagma
The road becomes ours instead of just mine, the journey becomes ours instead of just mine.
Facts never explain themselves, they just lay there waiting to be understood
Of togetherness, of joy, of love, of promises, of life.
Our beliefs are not outcomes of our reality, instead our reality is the outcome of our beliefs.
The wind soothes
I always thought why the moon was always such a thing of wonder. We were writing allegories on moon, we…
I remember people telling me when turned thirteen to enjoy my teen years, but alas, its brutal out here!
The baksa, if it was a person would surely be the caretaker of our memories.
A ritual which plaits two lives together.