As he slowly gulped down little pieces of her down his throat,
It became easy,
And in matter of time,
The pieces became his very own,
A little of She,
A little of he,
And the more of them,
He became a mountain,
She flowed in the valleys,
And she was his shine, his very air……
This image is of the Triund Trek I was lucky enough to spend Somedays where…
Caring for Art 