“True beauty is a serene harmony... Seen in one's gaze, heard in their words, and felt in the depths of their being.” — Monika Ajay Kaul Copy Share Image
“The routes of life are not easy enough. To make a drama out of a crisis never works, it complicates the movements furher. The sight of rugged, craggy, harsh mountains always remind us of levelled, untroubled, friendly hills. So it… — Monika Ajay Kaul Copy Share Image
“Repeat a mistake once, it's a lesson. Twice, it's a coincidence. Thrice, it's a subscription to a comedy show called "Oops, I Did It… — Monika Ajay Kaul Copy Share Image
“Walls are more than stone and mortar. They are silent sentinels, their eyes following every movement, their mouths sealed yet harboring countless reminiscences. They're… — Monika Ajay Kaul Copy Share Image
“The tallest tree bespeaks its origin through the seed it once was.” — Monika Ajay Kaul Copy Share Image
“Art is an approach for evolving ; Self-realisation and thereafter self-reform. A healing. Each Artwork is a testament that artist and part of his… — Monika Ajay Kaul Copy Share Image
“To the river, the stone is an obstacle; to the stone, the river is erosion. Perspective births both truth and conflict.” — Monika Ajay Kaul Copy Share Image
“There must be those who chase dreams so fiercely, they wake up with stardust in their eyes.” — Monika Ajay Kaul Copy Share Image
“True beauty is a serene harmony... Seen in one's gaze, heard in their words, and felt in the depths of their being.” — Monika Ajay Kaul Copy Share Image
“After a lifetime of seeking meaning, I arrive here... where understanding nothing feels like the only true understanding.” — Monika Ajay Kaul Copy Share Image
“I walked like October, with leaves following my steps, breathing endings and beginnings.” — Monika Ajay Kaul Copy Share Image
“Butterfly alights, whispers to the firefly, "Night's canvas awaits." Firefly twinkles, responds with soft luminescence, "We'll paint it with light." Butterfly flutters, "Your glow… — Monika Ajay Kaul Copy Share Image
“After savouring a riot of hues you find pleasure in bland pastels. From a magic spell to naked stark Truth.. O' Assiduous Autumn', you… — Monika Ajay Kaul Copy Share Image
“The bird that plucks its own feathers cannot blame the wind for its chill. The tree that bends willingly cannot fault the storm for… — Monika Ajay Kaul Copy Share Image
