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

Life is a gift of moments that is not ours to keep….cause it was designed by God above…..for they pass…and pass they must…while we live and relive through their beauty….and when the time comes…..we give the beauty back to God…knowing it was never ours in the first place….Such is the truth of life....…..Jayita Bhattacharjee

With time you learn to love life again, which calls you to dream, to create. to pick up all the broken pieces of yesterday.

The defining loss becomes the defining point of your life. In the light rising from grief, every falling teardrop of your heart turns to a pearl of wisdom.

Looking through the eyes of grief, listening to the voices that rise from the grave, you bloom to a bud who sees the light breaking through the night.

Until your heart has wept away in the rain of grief, you will fail to see--every loss leaves a beauty behind.