The Memory of Stone
We often mistake permanence for silence, assuming that because a thing does not move, it has nothing to say. But stone is merely a slow-motion liquid, a river of earth that has forgotten how to flow. It holds the warmth of a sun that set centuries…
The Love that Makes Us One
Like the famous song of Scorpion, I often ask myself, “ Is there a heaven above the sky?” But then again I wonder, why should we look for the heaven above the sky and wait for the peace and unity that we seek throughout our life! We are…
The Architecture of Sweetness
We often treat the small pleasures of life as if they were merely ghosts, passing through our hands without leaving a trace. A square of dark indulgence, the snap of a wrapper, the sudden bloom of sugar on the tongue—these are the quiet rituals…