Its the momentum that makes the flowing glorious. A brook that runs, detours due to the moss, but regains its momentum again. Somewhere between the lessons and blessings of life, you may be pulled apart, but never shredded to pieces.

Walking into the forest, you return to your roots. Disconnected from the chaos, you get reconnected with the beat of life. Disengaging yourself from the grip of pain, you engage your soul in finding the purpose.

Closing my lips, I open my heart to stream the song of silence.....

A wisdom so penetrating, emerges from the trees. On its trunk is carved the seasons and their storms it stood up to, the courage it held out against the unsympathetic felling, yet stood calm and composed. How collected it is amid the laughter of storms.

Sometimes discovery means getting lost on a path where you return to a meaningful version of yourself. It gives you the scent of a world smiling still. It becomes the fresh water of your life itself....

The memories are scattered along the pathway, and the unremembered times come back to life. There I see the enigma of reminiscence, how can it pull a heart into the light, yet break it in pieces, how agony and ecstasy blend with one another.....

The rollicking tale of life rolls as a flirtatious adventure, as we venture into the seasons. The song may be slow and sweet or too fast to grip, yet through sunlight and thunder, the tale gets told.

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