It was a beautiful summer afternoon when Rohen found her favourite perch. It was a dead tree, in fact the tallest in the far end of the forest where most of her tribe of peacocks and peahens never went. She sat atop one of… Continue Reading “In Solitude”
My name is Angel Trumpet, but they like to call me Angel Tears. Not tears of pain or anguish but of love and happiness – a joy that comes from the soul, from a wisdom learnt through many lifetimes in different forms. In every… Continue Reading “Soul Memory”
Ojo was born in a deep dark pit, where the desert sand meets the sea.