Never Say Goodbye
I could never bear upon the thought of saying goodbye to my loved ones. Every time the thought of departure filled my eyes with tears, but time is so generous that presents me those moments of departure every now and then! But you know, having…
Paradox of Art
I often feel confused whether it is the art of magic, or the magic of art that appeals more. In my old days, when I used to play with those clay toy-sand, making my own world with them, I never doubted my artificial world. Now, as time moves…
The Breath of Cold Stone
The air at the edge of the world tastes of wet iron and crushed moss. It is a sharp, biting flavor that settles at the back of the throat, reminding the lungs that they are alive and working. I remember the feeling of walking on ground that…