...painted in words.
For the days when you hit a wall.
A blend of the mind and the body.
Of childhood days that didn't go my way.
It's all you, at the end of the day.
Who do you see when you look into the mirror?
Picture this: you're 6 and you don't remember much of it; then you're 16 and full of ideas; then you're 26 and you count the milestones as you go, with some dreams on their way to fruition and some still waiting in your pockets and diaries.
Only when a tree is small can you notice its growth. When it is bigger, it continues to grow, but imperceptibly. -Perumal Murugan- (From One Part Woman)
How do you pick up all these pieces and form a well-fitting mosaic?