Closed eyes Protected from fear Your arms a world where nothing can tear Drew my life from your every being A bond so bright forever gleaming Gossamer eyes, unfurled to light’s first gleam, Delicate fingers, tracing your love’s warm stream. Tender nose, drinking the dawn’s fragrant brew, Nascent soul finding the universe in You. From
Practice makes perfect. And what is perfection? Perfection is a perception. What might seem perfect for you will look otherwise to another person? Perfection is not absolute theory. It’s the amalgamation of grit, effort, desire, and passion for churning out a result as per your perception. No one is perfect (except for our furry-doggo babies!)
It was one of those days, when sudden plans unfold and you’re left at the office all night. Thank God for the makeshift mattress in the Production Room, else I would have sacrifice my backbone, sleeping on the chair. Now that you know we have a makeshift mattress in our office, you’ll not be surprised