If I write what I feel, it is to reduce the fever of feeling. what I confess is unimportant. I make landscapes out of what I feel. I make holidays of my sensations. I can easily understand women who embroider out of sorrow or who crochet, because life exists.


                     Editing: Rajula Shah Images: Rajula & Arghya Text: Fernando Pessoa

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