“The bird that plucks its own feathers cannot blame the wind for its chill. The tree that bends willingly cannot fault the storm for its sway. The flame that softens to the dark cannot accuse the night of its fading.… — 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
