“ I thought of her as she, and she as her. ”
That night I woke up to a strange fact, keep milk not to drink but to feed the cat.
~ Aporva Kala
And what is that thing which you promise to provide?- 'The beauty of the soul and the simplicity of happiness', he replied.
Art is a culmination of all that one stands for
People forget history nowadays, he lamented, that is what the ego does, making one the prisoner of one's inflated present, ignoring the humble past one has lived.
