In the green mystic garden, everything was in place. Toiled to perfection with tools. Sunlight filtered down through the lush mango trees, barely touching the ground. This is where Ika usually sat, under the oldest tree, testing her bow string. Dressed in black from top to bottom, her clothes were wax coated to last longer... Continue Reading →
Is it fair to judge beauty on perfection?
Salvador Dali had put it once, "Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it" I'd say why fear it? You are already perfect in your own being.. in the long run, for your long run. We are a part of a big orchestra; all of us. We have been carefully designed, tuned and... Continue Reading →
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