We are destroying all esthetic standards in the name of social justice.

The dews that wet the tender grass, At the sun’s birth, too quickly pass, Nor e’er can hope to see it rise In full perfection to the skies.” Shiônagon, who now joined them, and heard the above distich, consoled the nun with the following:— “The dews will not so quickly pass, Nor shall depart before they see The full perfection of the grass, They loved so well in infancy.

That was the glory of man - to nurture and maintain knowledge.

My Mind doesn't say that you are one in all. It's me, My Soul, Heart, which makes me one in All!

Written By Narendra Devasi

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