Originally posted by: abhiya_12
Ok let's discuss something else.
How many of you think Ridhima and SVR are together
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Originally posted by: abhiya_12
Ok let's discuss something else.
How many of you think Ridhima and SVR are together
Originally posted by: Diyar-e-dil
Ohhh OMG GUYS! I have something to show you all!
Originally posted by: Aphrodite88
Not me... ESP if he is engaged to MallikaMaybe he is in cahoots with Svetlana😆
Originally posted by: abhiya_12
I think SVR and mallika are siblings 😆
Intangible. The word rolled down his tongue and parted lips in an inaudible whisper.
He imagined the chisel vibrating impatiently against the surface of the partly carved coal black marble. Almost impetuously he tapped the surface with his chisel to quench its thirst and threw a long glance at the black silhouette in front of him. The torso of the carefully yet artistically crafted Nataraja rose from the marble. The finesse with which the locks of his unkempt hair were carved into the stone was enough for any experienced eye to appreciate the unmatchable talent of the wielder of the chisel. But the creator doth not see the greatness of his creation.
A deep breath echoed across the sanctum. Nataraja. The ascetic. The one who simultaneously constructs and destructs the universe with his Tandav. The one who dances the eternal dance and burns the world with his all seeing eye. The Lord of Dance. Of dance. He descended the chisel and hammer onto the marble. Dance. The sound of the gungroos reverberated in his ears.
This was a piece of writing I abandoned. My muse seems to have left meIntangible. The word rolled down his tongue and parted lips
in an inaudible whisper.He imagined the
chisel vibrating impatiently against the surface of the partly carved coal
black marble. Almost impetuously he tapped the surface with his chisel to quench
its thirst and threw a long glance at the black silhouette in front of him. The
torso of the carefully yet artistically crafted Nataraja rose from the
marble. The finesse with which the locks
of his unkempt hair were carved into the stone was enough for any experienced
eye to appreciate the unmatchable talent of the wielder of the chisel. But the
creator doth not see the greatness of his creation.A deep breath echoed across the sanctum. Nataraja. The
ascetic. The one who simultaneously constructs and destructs the universe with
his Tandav. The one who dances the eternal dance and burns the world with his
all seeing eye. The Lord of Dance. Of dance. He descended the chisel and hammer
onto the marble. Dance. The sound of the gungroos reverberated in his ears.