From the rooftop of a flooded land.

This is what we humans are meant to be, to help, to hold, to care, to love and to forgive. 

AN OPEN LETTER ON THE DANGERS OF NORMALISING SEX DOLLS & SEX ROBOTS

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The spring of happiness… A quest by walk…

The tributaries of my soul delved into every shades and cavern, they resorted inside to delight their hearts.

Womb to home-A snippet of life.

Yeah, I know this touch, I know this warm and I know this cadence of heart as well.

The hope that deluge…

via The hope that deluge...

Literature of imagination

Literature is the nectar churns out by our imagination. It is the freshly tapped piece of art. It is impossibly unique and unequivocally candid.

The hope that deluge…

But do you know there is a hope that never fails us down? never despond us more? And that is everlasting.

Abundance is providence- nothing else

I found a spring that flows endlessly, a light that glows ceaselessly and a vine that fruit immensely.

The Abundance, unexpected & integrated…

Of all the corners of our lives, there is sort of ambiguous sensations in our notional corridors. Those sensations are likely to confine our abundance in life. We know the savor of joy and being in delight. But, could we ever relished in its abundance. Do we ever be in the abundance of harmony? Abundance is...

Far away we gonna realize, how did we got ankled by few tiny pieces of science.

  Willingly, we are letting and setting us to leap afar as fast as possible. The world is rushing aggressively and progressively every instant. so we are more required to, right? Can we ever reminisce our forded life and the assumptions we ever had as greatest in life? what was it in our early age...