For He, who remains indescribable even by the scores of Vedas and myriad of Myths woven on this scared lands by the most spiritual of the sages throughout the ages. For our sake, let’s call Him. . . Shiva! Part 1: Where is it we were going? I do not remember. Or, is it like…
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Indra’s Aaromale #2 – A Love Story of Library, Verses and Dying Eye-Lids.
“Man’s greatest tragedy is that he can conceive of a perfection which he cannot attain.” – Lord Byron(Jerome MacGann) She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna-dew,And sure in language strange she said— ‘I love thee true’. She took me to her Elfin grot, And there she wept and sighed full sore,And there…