The truth remains quiet inside us,floundering like a battered bird,desperately wanting to spread its wings and fly away. -TARA
Sifting through scattered memories is like sifting through sand. Some remain, some simply slip away… – TARA
It took me most of my childhood to realize that traditions have infinite power over us. -MUKTA
I wonder if every girl yearns for her father’s love, almost like waiting to catch the moon hiding in the trees—beautiful, yet so eternally elusive. -MUKTA
