behind the blind of the mask, the story untold is the river of deep sounds. the water washes away the masks, lets them go like bird in the sky, uncaged, you let go of the masks

CRAVING FOR RECOGNITION P K Routray Though the recognition generates motivation and inspiration, but its absence and criticism cause pains and frustration. We generally crave for name and fame,

Prologue

There's nothing left but the coldness of an eternal winter; gray and still.

When love lets me speak again then perhaps I may sing love songs; when my heart comes home again from higher realms; when its golden wings grow tired of circling love’s bright sun

What happens when a son loves his mother a little too much?

shivering under the weight of three worn out people thankful to be alive

"You have the dexterity of a hippopotamus," said Nigel the Swan. "You have the intelligence of a slug," said Derek the Hippopotamus.