Bliss of Absence
When I feel lonesome and isolated, I usually read Shelley. Like him, I like to be a nightingale and sit in darkness, and sing to cheer my own solitude with sweet melody. As, meditating in my solitude, I find supreme bliss. Have a look at the…
The Architecture of Silence
We often mistake stillness for an absence of movement, forgetting that the mountain is a slow, tectonic breath. It rises not in a sudden leap, but in a patient accumulation of centuries, pressing its heavy roots into the cooling crust of the…
Taking a leaf out of the leaf’s life
Probably every one well use the phrase "Family Tree" considering every member is a leaf. It's a thought provoking fact to find identification between tree leaves and human beings. People breaths exactly like leaves, when they grow old and reach…