Learning Art of Healing through Anoushka Shankar’s Love Letters
- February 26, 2020
Heaven opened and the water hammered down, reviving the reluctant old well, green-mossing the pigless pigsty, carpet bombing still, tea-colored puddles – Arundhati Roy
READ MORESometimes, if you are lucky, you will see the moon coming up, and two distant deodars in perfect silhouette – Ruskin Bond
READ MOREThe more the sensibilist I am, the more I seem to want my mountains wild – Robert Frost
READ MOREAre the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself – Gustave Flaubert
READ MOREMay what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children – Rainer Maria Rilke
READ MOREThe drop of rain maketh a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft falling. — Hugh Latimer
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