Instead of answering your question directly I shall quote from the Indian poet Tagore: “I slept and dreamt that life was joy/ I awoke and saw that life was service/I acted and behold, service was joy.” In fact, through my work I discover life, people, and everything which happens around us.

Life is like Twitter: nobody wants to sign off.

He is as wise as a serpent and as innocent as a dove.

Now that she had nothing to lose, she was free.

Love was a feeling completely bound up with color, like thousands of rainbows superimposed one on top of the other.

And I began to feel sorry for myself; for so many years, my drawer full of memories had held the same old stories.

Time does not pass, it merely changes.