Learning Art of Healing through Anoushka Shankar’s Love Letters
- February 26, 2020
The more the sensibilist I am, the more I seem to want my mountains wild – Robert Frost
READ MOREAre the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself – Gustave Flaubert
READ MOREMay what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children – Rainer Maria Rilke
READ MOREThe drop of rain maketh a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft falling. — Hugh Latimer
READ MOREShe walked home through the darkening glade, singing of the stars; and the trees stood still and listened to her and the mountains were glad – Ruskin Bond
READ MOREFine. Since the tea is not forthcoming, let’s have a philosophical conversation – Anton Chekhov
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