Sea Link, Worli, Mumbai, India
There was a filmy veil of soft, dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet entirely set in. Still, the golden glow burst suddenly across the sky as a dazzling sun appeared over the horizon, illuminating the vast expanse of the sea.
My spirit is like a free bird. No net ensnare me. I'm free, and so you are. Our minds are not cages. It's a garden that requires cultivating.