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.

One who is crazy enough to be an artist must be ready to be misunderstood from his peers and kins. One who wants to bathe in the glory...