I sat there patiently, calmly, waiting. Then came, intrusive thoughts. They came and went as they pleased, My mind was under attack.

What I learn about strength, is that we are not weak in face of difficult situations. We are weak when we face our greatest fears.

For me, beauty comes from things that have meaning. They are anything that upheld virtue, values, carry symbolism and inspire thoughts.

Materialising your wishes into reality only by wishful thinking, doesn't it sound too good to be true? Does it actually work?

Just beginning of this year, I was going through a major identity crisis. I’m now writing this post as a completely different person.

Anyone can be creative. I know this for a fact, because each and everyone of us has a natural gift. It is called imagination.

Art tells stories that transcend the boundary of time and any human languages. It is the language of the soul.