Learning Art of Healing through Anoushka Shankar’s Love Letters
- February 26, 2020

When I read Proust or Mauriac, I cannot believe they are writing about the time when my father was a child. In his case it was more like the Middle Ages – Annie Ernaux
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I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it until it begins to shine – Emily Dickinson
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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night – Edgar Allan Poe
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Heaven opened and the water hammered down, reviving the reluctant old well, green-mossing the pigless pigsty, carpet bombing still, tea-colored puddles – Arundhati Roy
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In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different – John Steinbeck
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Sometimes, if you are lucky, you will see the moon coming up, and two distant deodars in perfect silhouette – Ruskin Bond
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