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you are not too old and it is not too lateto dive into your increasing depths where life calmly gives out it’s own secret ― Rainer Maria Rilke

you are not too old
and it is not too late
to dive into your increasing depths
where life calmly gives out
it’s own secret
― Rainer Maria Rilke

Star And Shine

To Forget, I could.

To Forget, I wish.

(The Tin Drum)

Wherever she looked, it was all the same. A day into another, an hour into many… And time went by with precision.

Wherever she looked, it was all the same. A day into another, an hour into many… And time went by with precision.

Starry Starry Afternoon, For All The Shining Light Was On Us, That Afternoon.

Starry Starry Afternoon, For All The Shining Light Was On Us, That Afternoon.

In peace, they rest. (St.Andrew’s Church, Bandra)

And sometimes, we converse.

Geometry, they say.

“It’s nothing,” returned Mrs Chick. “It’s merely change of weather. We must expect change.”
- Dombey and Son.

“It’s nothing,” returned Mrs Chick. “It’s merely change of weather. We must expect change.”

- Dombey and Son.

In Those Yellow Taxis, Waiting In Endless Traffic.

This indefatigably remarkable Light!

This indefatigably remarkable Light!

you are not too old and it is not too lateto dive into your increasing depths where life calmly gives out it’s own secret ― Rainer Maria Rilke

you are not too old
and it is not too late
to dive into your increasing depths
where life calmly gives out
it’s own secret
― Rainer Maria Rilke

Aomame.
(1Q84)

Aomame.

(1Q84)

Star And Shine

To Forget, I could.

To Forget, I wish.

(The Tin Drum)

Wherever she looked, it was all the same. A day into another, an hour into many… And time went by with precision.

Wherever she looked, it was all the same. A day into another, an hour into many… And time went by with precision.

Starry Starry Afternoon, For All The Shining Light Was On Us, That Afternoon.

Starry Starry Afternoon, For All The Shining Light Was On Us, That Afternoon.

In peace, they rest. (St.Andrew’s Church, Bandra)

And sometimes, we converse.

Geometry, they say.

“It’s nothing,” returned Mrs Chick. “It’s merely change of weather. We must expect change.”
- Dombey and Son.

“It’s nothing,” returned Mrs Chick. “It’s merely change of weather. We must expect change.”

- Dombey and Son.

In Those Yellow Taxis, Waiting In Endless Traffic.

This indefatigably remarkable Light!

This indefatigably remarkable Light!

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