“In the sky of knowledge, there are no borders”
“Today it seems to me that every festival in Santiniketan offered homage to the seasons in some form or other… Much later I learnt that the festivals of Santhals and other Adivasis are the expressions of respect for farming and forest life. There are forms of nature worship based on an advantage of the earth as a primal mother.”
To Bahadur Shah Zafar
The Emperor wrote a lonely note. In exile, he wept for a grave in his Native land. Colonials
Anointing with Love
Listen to the swish of the waves. Feel the breeze whisper caresses. See the mangroves stretch
When?
The scents and colours of the morning arouse the wetness of the night. The dewdrop splendour awakens the dawning sunrise drenched in colours
Moving On
Flowers on Facebook — Violet, red, yellow, orange — splashed a welcome into a garden never visited