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.

With time, through your loss, you begin to see a light in your crevice--the light that can heal so many buried bruises--an untold story that somehow trembles and finds a way through your heart to your pen. And as the world reads it, a light begins to rise in the sky.

You walk away from the unneeded noise to plunge into the unwavering wisdom. Walking away from what seems to be life walks you in to the beat of it.

A writer's life is of dreams and passion, the passion that trembles to give life to the lifeless, color to the colorless landscape, so as to discover hope amid hopelessness, and it becomes a story of power and truth.

Gazing at the bygone past, and how it painted the sky of our souls, leaving behind the color of every moment, that passed us by. Isn't it wonderful? You now know, nothing ever was truly gone. The sky holds it all. The feelings you once felt in all those yesterdays, they tell their own tales. You realize, what you once created in love with others, never really left you behind.…...Jayita Bhattacharjee