The heart became the playground for the mind, as it pitched emotions and played games of happiness and sorrow while she watched, heartbroken and shattered. Surely there was more to life.He tried to find rhythm in chaos, to override the impressions of the mind, and what happened was a natural flowering of the “self”.Raabta celebrates its central theme of love as the core of human existence. Rich with emotional echoes, the short stories reveal the flavors of the most enigmatic emotion that evades a lamenting heart. “Heartbroken, shattered, betrayed is not the way to beFor I mean more to me than you to me…I was lonely, I was lost, till I discovered the ‘self’And now that I am complete, on the past, let me not dwell”
The heart became the playground for the mind, as it pitched emotions and played games of happiness and sorrow while she watched, heartbroken and shattered. Surely there was more to life.He tried to find rhythm in chaos, to override the impressions of the mind, and what happened was a natural flowering of the “self”.Raabta celebrates its central theme of love as the core of human existence. Rich with emotional echoes, the short stories reveal the flavors of the most enigmatic emotion that evades a lamenting heart. “Heartbroken, shattered, betrayed is not the way to beFor I mean more to me than you to me…I was lonely, I was lost, till I discovered the ‘self’And now that I am complete, on the past, let me not dwell”