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.

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.

Yakshini is a sign of abundance, sacredness, and fluidity. She is the mirror of nature in human form. She is no demi-goddess, no ghostly spirit, nor a witch in the traditional sense. She is the one who cannot be ignored, vital, untamed, and luminous.

जागृती, स्वप्न आणि निद्रेच्या मधील जगात तिचा विलास. अचानक तिचा होणारा हा भास कि सत्य ... शाश्वत आणि अनित्य या दोहोंमध्ये देखील सत्य...