Abhinav Chandelさんのインスタグラム写真 - (Abhinav ChandelInstagram)「The way these words flow like a river crashing over the rocks down some valley in Himalayas, and there she sits with a diary in her hand, eyes staring at the rays cutting through the leaves, as she tries to catch the words that belong to the winds, and fill her pages with them. I talk to her in whispers as she reads a couplet shyly, always with a smile on her lips, always with a dream twinkling in her eyes as if the mornings after the darkest of nights is her, as if the chirping of the birds on a bright morning in a mountain village is nothing but her voice, and the sounds of river are her songs. Because she is there, always in the sunlight, always glowing with the rays that touch her skin to brighten up the world, always sitting there like a story that awaits to be read, a book that contains secrets hidden for many years, always waiting to be made love to, like the way a pen kisses the paper, filling it up with many secrets it contains, forming stories to be read by others, and in the end you wonder, who’s luckier, the pen or a paper, only to realise that it’s nothing but a dance, a dance where none exists without the other, a dance where it doesn’t matter whose step it is, a dance where both laugh at the jokes that were never cracked, both sway to the rhythm of a music yet to be created, both stare silently at the moment still arriving a to encapsulate them in the magic unheard of before. And that’s how the words flow, like a river kissing the rocks, and along that river she sits, listening to it all.」1月18日 17時20分