On days I want silence, I play the nagma
The Road
The road becomes ours instead of just mine, the journey becomes ours instead of just mine.
Taken care of
Facts never explain themselves, they just lay there waiting to be understood
Celebration
Of togetherness, of joy, of love, of promises, of life.
1984
Our beliefs are not outcomes of our reality, instead our reality is the outcome of our beliefs.
The wind
The wind soothes
Moon
I always thought why the moon was always such a thing of wonder. We were writing allegories on moon, we…
Teen end crisis
I remember people telling me when turned thirteen to enjoy my teen years, but alas, its brutal out here!
The Great Indian Baksa
The baksa, if it was a person would surely be the caretaker of our memories.
Plaits
A ritual which plaits two lives together.
