Someone asked the Artist, "What is the meaning of home to you?" "Perhaps it is the mellow rhythm being everywhere through the eyes of a Musician! Perhaps it is the ancient ruins or the icy alps for the Traveller! Perhaps its the shelves with books, or the pages flapping beneath the inked quill of a... Continue Reading →


European Breeze

  Winter was not always about icy mountains snowflakes and Santa. Sometimes winter was about a walk on Charles Bridge, where the cold European breeze mystified the ancient vicinity, Where the waters underneath swayed, when the gust of air nudged along! Where the breeze reminded me of wind chimes, Where the wind touched prayers of... Continue Reading →

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