Status Updates From M.T.Aayava Maroo

A flame is most beautiful when she burns for someone else - when she lights up a candle in front of God, when she lights up a lamp or provides warmth. But when she realizes just how potent her powers of destruction are, she is not beautiful any more.

When I opened my eyes, thee she was, standing outside the temple, like a blooming lotus with delicate petals. Although the moon had set sometimes back, it seemed to have left its lustre behind in her gaze.