Share just to be………..

There is always something left behind…a twig, fragments of a bangle, a seed, a blossom on the hedges enrolled in the red list.

The dream that opens to the ancient cosmic bluish night that we can never put to words, the world of folk arts.

Scanning the past of the locale and setting insight into the problems of the present.

This is just to reconstruct the ideas scattered in the spiraling motion we are in…

Let’s hope tomorrow brings us closer, stay closer…..

(Markazhi Mozhi)