Wednesday, 13 July 2016
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Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it
droop and drop into the dust.
I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of
pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am
aware, and the time of offering go by.
Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower
in thy service and pluck it while there is time.
- Gitanjali, Rabindranath Tagore
Monday, 1 February 2016
Sunday, 31 January 2016
Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror. – Rabindranath Tagore (Oil p aint - I...
Rabindranath Tagore (Oil paint)
Self rides in the chariot of the body. Intellect the firm-footed charioteer, Discursive mind the reins. Senses are the horses...