In monsoon rivers, gharials slice through current.
Jaws lined with needle-teeth flash.
They steer like liquid arrows.
Ancient grace flows quiet.

This light made me miss things I haven’t lost yet.

Committed to transforming ideas into solutions that inspire progress and innovation.

This is a “stare at the ceiling for 20 minutes” kind of line

Reading this felt like being followed by a shadow that knows your secrets

You didn’t seek to impress—you let the image impress you.

The way you phrased that felt like something I’ll remember later.