Those glittery eyes of him looked up like the candles but never flickered. In one, he held the life and in the other, the death

Humanity is divided by the dietary traditions but is united by the hunger

The faith in the light, the vigor to plunge out from the mud and the sustained nobility to remain unstained by the past is what makes it a lotus

In the secret most corner of my mind, I conspire to live like a lotus, as a lotus, buoyant, in full bloom, untainted