Daydreaming 

Sometimes the hills look like they've come closer to my balcony. Perhaps, they moved in the night when I was asleep.  I like to think that there was a mystical time when mountains flew and trees walked. But that would have before man was born. The magic locked itself in as Pandora opened her box. … Continue reading Daydreaming 

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Dark tempest

Draupadi has no mother but comes home to the woman she calls ma.  Full of promise and dreams, she comes, a tempest that seeks anchor.  And Ma looks at her, heart imprinting unseen softness under dark diamond.