It is all Enervated, reappearing as muted voice through stumbling words.
BY SAI VARUN
Roots of the existential life of every tiny creatures dates back to never ending past, yet every fruit ofthe enormous tree of existenceis what the source of you,me, it and everything around. We might characteristically varyfromeach other but are tangled to the same roots which are blooming through the EARTH and SPACEaltogetherHoping for the wings to help me fly into the sky everytime I fall apart, hoping for the light to arrive everytime darkness invade in. Hoping for the quietness and peace to mute voices around me which are getting louder. Hoping for the scars and fears to be vanished into the mist of happiness and relief and exhale the agony out with one flee into the misty clouds- he said
Ekaki ∞ Eternity 