for me the world is a mosaic of breathing colours “mosaic” variegated, life world is colourseach element of world is colouredlife in colourscoloured livescolours breathing
Let’s dance to the slightest of music like the Leaves which dance to the slightest of breeze.
We are hands. We move to the music, We create music, We are musical.
a bookmark of mine was lost from between the pages Certainly I was not meant to read that book. some books are not meant to be readsome chapters of life need to be left
She carries the glare, which floats and swings with her, and lights up her path everywhere.
Everyday life sends us a box.We can’t know what’s there inside.But what if it changes by a simple magic trick of our thoughts and imagination? So let’s give it a try and have good thoughts before opening the box.
They could see but not meet each other.There was a “breakable glass wall” of misunderstanding between them. The glass wall can easily be broken by proper communication.
Mistakes are like “Pulled Stitches” They can be sewn again to make Life “Better and Beautiful”.
The colourful companion to flowers, both frolic on a delightful song for hours.
I am going to steal some colours from nature, and make a painting which I’ll treasure forever, as the colours would fade never. I’ll keep it in open, won’t store, won’t maintain, with seasons passing, I’ll add more colours to it with my amateur hands. I know I have her blessings as she smiles while IContinue reading “The Painting”