Rita De
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Just as each wave
Is the ocean
So is every individual
Part and parcel
Of the boundless consciousness.
THOUGHT WAVE
Where Does De...
There Could b...
WORD
The Gifts of ...
The Essence O...
The Essence o...
Pain-stricken
The Embrace
The embrace
Teachers are said to be out second mothers and mothers are also are teachers. Teachers are said to be out second mothers and mothers are also are teachers.
That was all there in her sari's Pallu ..... A mother! That was all there in her sari's Pallu ..... A mother!
I still remain alive, Breathing in millions !!.. I still remain alive, Breathing in millions !!..
Diving into the forbidden... Diving into the forbidden...
Nature. Nature.
Humanity that has been cast aside, let us find.. Humanity that has been cast aside, let us find..
The seasons of life.. The seasons of life..
I see my India as a dream-destination! I see my India as a dream-destination!
As you're my soul, that isn't visual.... As you're my soul, that isn't visual....
Trees are the kindest things I know, They do not harm, they simply grow. Trees are the kindest things I know, They do not harm, they simply grow.
Demise definitely puts a perspective in one’s eyes. Demise definitely puts a perspective in one’s eyes.
I brushed a stroke of orange on a clean coral canvas and waited not too long to see its meaning f... I brushed a stroke of orange on a clean coral canvas and waited not too long ...
Implementing imagination to words.. Implementing imagination to words..
Hold the locket which you got to keep.... Hold the locket which you got to keep....
The world is steeped in silence, Who would tell your story.. The world is steeped in silence, Who would tell your story..
There is one more brother whose presence has taught me minute things of life, There is one more brother whose presence has taught me minute things of life,
She struggles to sleep. The blacks of her eyes staring through her eyelids to the white ceiling, She struggles to sleep. The blacks of her eyes staring through her eyelids to t...
We are little sparked.... We are little sparked....
And my heart without a regret... And my heart without a regret...
There is no concept of individualized space and boundaries in a woman's life There is no concept of individualized space and boundaries in a woman's life
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