They behaved like the pets that lost their owner. They seemed to be in a never ending whirl of chaos.

The omniscient, omnipotent and omnipresent god was carried in an omni vehicle from village to village. It seemed interesting.

There was a rhythm between the silence and the song, like that of the breast and the baby, evading the realm of time.

You do not choose this existence but the existence chooses you

I look out the window — enormous clouds, like a series of white cottony elephants and rabbits go on procession there. I feel one among them, soothing someone’s mind and wetting someone’s heart. I feel one with the eternal motion of the existence. I offer myself.

Like a filmy soap bubble, her smile reached me leisurely and got busted on my face to liberate all the pressure it wombed through its way.

If there’s anything that frightens me the most is a nightmare. It makes me feel primitive, a too bodily and embryonic being.

It still remains special as it’s forgotten, the more I tried to recollect, the more elusive it grew — like the golden deer that enchanted Sita.

Mind compares, but you should discriminate! Intuition is the mother of reasoning, the reasoning gives you answers, and Intuition gives you truth