Magic is life. Where there is magic, there is life, the two cannot be separated. They shadow each other’s nature, reflect each other faces, centers and moods. The echoes of a word shouted in anger, the warmth left behind by the touch of skin, the traceries of breath, these are all lingering concepts we loosely define as ‘magic’. Continue reading
The cotton tree yields cotton. This cotton is transformed into thread and then again into a piece of cloth. Then one dyes the cloth, cuts it and stitches it into a shirt, dress or coat. The substance is still cotton, but it has undergone various stages of transformation. Continue reading
What can be the answer for my unhappiness? Is it my wrong attitude about my life in general? Is it about my kids? Is it about my childhood? Is it about my relationships, my job or my behavior? Am I too humble, too arrogant, or do I feel that I am too superior or inferior? Continue reading