She is not down to earth — she is the earth herself. She lives by the cosmic truth, connected to the pulse of creation, breathing in rhythm with the soil and the stars. She bleeds with the waxing and waning of the moon, gives birth, nourishes, and transforms seeds into beings that walk this sacred plane.

Can we celebrate life without inhibition? The cold wind wrapping around the body as fabric, the delicate designs of water droplets drawn by clouds, each drop trickling down the spine—this is the thrill of living each moment fully in the present. To be part of divinity like a baby who knows no shame, no guilt, only trust in the arms of nature.

मनावरती गारुड करणारी ती फक्त तिच्या नजरेने बंदिस्त करते. कोणी तिला चेटकीण किंवा स्वैर म्हणते तर कोणी स्वछंदी स्त्री. आचार आणि विचारांनी...