“She is soft, all creamy whites and rosy pinks, as fresh and inviting; he, all greens and browns, and tender despite his strength. He takes her hand, it’s quieter here and they hear the heavens conspire. He tilts her face up to his and their eyes meet; for...
“Why do people suffer? Is it karma? What is the purpose of suffering?” people sometimes ask me. And I ask myself that too. I never liked talking about this and I rarely use that word. Yes, we know it has many layers – present, past lives, ancestral and...
