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Euta sano pal ni yaad ma kudiyos,
Kunai din sara hos harayechu vaney atitka panaharu yaad ka subas bokeko batas sanga paltiyos,
Feri mastiska ko kunai kunama dhakdhakayejhai.
Jhalko aos,
Tehi tita-mitha afuley jiyeka jiwanka chyanharuko jhajhalkoley euta amulya muskan muhar ma rangaidiyos,
Kunai drishya kata kata sapana jhai,
sapana ho ya bipana jhai,
Mero atit ma fakreko ful jhai,
Ya kunai sochaima magna huda gaseko rachana jhai,
Birsieko palharu- euta mitho paheli jhai,
Muskan ley metai sara pidako var ekchin birsera mukta vaejhai!

10/september 2015

Moments die every second but they are kept alive by memories,
Memories trigger capsules that slowly releases fumes, foams and spray of moments,
Capsules that incorporates seasons in a poetic manner.
As though it has been there to paint characters of those moments that releases in our memories so that the memories we encounter becomes an art of depth, an art of life, something beyond words and something that you can touch only through your soul bringing particular colour, particular smell and particular image or particular sense as we picture each, housing fragments according to their hierarchy so that it becomes very personal, abstract but engaging, questioning, answering, Racing, relaxing , all in all an exhibit that pacifies your soul.