During the blue nights you think the end of day will never come. As the blue nights draw to a close (and they will, and they do) you experience an actual chill, an apprehension of illness, at the moment you first notice: the blue light is going, the days are already shortening, the summer is gone.

सपनो की धुंध में,
कही हकिकत ना खो जाय... 
हम तेरे होके रहेंगे,
कही ये सपना ना रह जाय...

What is Art? It is the response of man&#39;s creative soul to the call of the Real.

O me, O me, what frugal cheer My love doth feed upon! A touch, a ray, that is not here, A shadow that is gone:

Written By George Eliot

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