MFN Trainer

When I opened my cupboard recently, I didn’t expect what would unfold. I was just trying to get some order back. But the moment those doors opened wide, something else opened with them—some older part of me I hadn’t looked at in a while. It wasn’t just clothes that came out. It was fragments of identities, memories, moods. Each folded fabric held a version of me I had lived or left behind.

Talking of the world, And the worlds within the world, The parallel worlds and the intersecting ones, Timeless tales of time travellers, On paths regular and off the beaten, To keep walking is our purpose, happiness our only goal, Keep adding to our caravan, keep growing on our way, Talking of the worlds, And the world beyond… Far from the city hustles, Jamie was witnessing another paradox in the dense jungles. A beautiful river stream quietly passing by, in all its grace and calm.