Art arises when the heart becomes overcast with feelings and the hands hold the brush, trembling, unsure of what will flow, yet what flows is a beauty, so virgin and pure.

The self sustaining beauty that pushes the fears and uplifts to dream, to hope and to begin again. What defines it is its act of endurance, through the grueling seasons of life.....

Life, while it breaks one bud to blossom, it crushes another. One smile springs, while another dies. Such is the melody of life...……..Jayita Bhattacharjee

We bear the pain that is cutting inside. We touch the grief, we nurture it, we embrace it, until it shows us a way, a different way. This is how love is born, in an injured soul.……...Jayita Bhattacharjee

Each moment carries its own story of life, ripping our souls apart, only to find that it is in the deepest opening of our secret selves, do we begin to bloom. But then life is a voyage of heart and soul, the excitement, the exploration from moment to moment.....…...Jayita Bhattacharjee

I began becoming that girl again, the girl who had wildflowers in hair, and madness in her soul, the girl who danced, trembling with emotions. I began becoming that girl again, the girl who sang her soul, longing to drink the wine of life again.....