SURABHI'S

Fragrance of Words

About

My self evolves with my thoughts. And I, put down my thoughts on the page. Sometimes, they are only scratches, other times they are complete books. Mostly they deal with the dark, solitary thoughts which embrace me. They arise from the little corner of my mind which seems to occupy the whole space of solitude. They are gentle at times, and at time, fierce. They consume the fury in me, and when I am done, I am at peace.