he language of beauty resides into the eternal truth that is overflowing from the atom to the Milky Way. Time and again the same thing that is discussed here in various ways. But just like that the same feminine form or the same water droplet or the same grass or the forest gives us delight. Only because it is in sync with the nature of the cosmos and loyal to the nature of the self.

This is a tribute to the women who make that dream visible without ever asking to be noticed the ones we walk past every day, whose quiet grace we mistake for the ordinary. And then there is her.

an I define her ? Even after thousand embraces and millions of kisses ? I don’t think so. What she gives me is completely related to my own experiences and emotions. Each time she feels different to me. Her warmth , her sharp eyes , her voice , her care through small gestures like leaning on my shoulder or just her hand resting on me. But again this is all subjective.

आयुष्यातील सर्वात सुंदर क्षणांपैकी एक म्हणजे पावसात भिजणे. आज जो पाऊस आहे तो उद्या वाट पाहायला लावेल, कधी आपणच त्याच्यापर्यंत पोहोचू शकणार नाही. तो कोसळताना आपण निर्माण केलेले कुठलेही भेद तो पाहत नाही. आपण सर्व त्याच्यातूनच निर्माण झालेलो आपल्या आत खेळणारा तोच. जेव्हा तो नर्तन करायला येतो तेव्हा आपण बाहेर पडायलाच हवे. मग ती लहान मुले असोत, वृद्ध असोत, मुली असोत, स्त्रिया असोत कोणीही असो. त्या नर्तनातले, भिजण्यातले सुख हेच खरे नैसर्गिक सुख. कोणी पाहो वा आपण एकटे असू तो पाऊस

The return is not because you are lost, not because you are scared or alone but because something ancient inside you remembers the calling.The darkness humming with the breath, the stone walls curved like the first womb you knew deep inside.

An ancient rock looks like dragon egg on the bank of the ferocious ocean and dark skies is all a terrific combination. It was tempting to create a visual art through body movements and fabric.