I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate then when I fall asleep your eyes close.” – Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets “Love takes off masks that we fear we…
I almost gave up one of truest form of love I’ve ever felt. The love for photography. I started believing that I am not made for it and that I don’t have the “real” talent for it. I doubted myself, I doubted every single click…
“We all have a wonder woman inside us” …
It’s good to start a day with a morning walk even if it’s just for 30 minute or so and it’s really nice because I have been spending “some” of my days like this from the time I went back home. Coffee wasn’t a…
