My Expression!! My Life!!

Someday I want to travel so much that I get tired of it. I want to soak in all that is there in the world, seek new experiences, and live to tell fantastic tales of and about the people in them. I want to visit all those temples that hold meaning for me, about the legends that shape them, take amazing photographs of them and write about them into a coffee table book that highlights their pristine and serene beauty. I want to climb a mountain and watch the sunrise in the distance. I want to take sips of tea from the thermos, sit, and revel in the beauty. I want to leave a small indication on top that I have been there. I want to shout out to the world from the high and feel the wind on my face. Someday I want a place that I can call MY HOME. With the name etched on a wooden board outside, a little bell hanging by its side. A small cozy two-storied haven. Wild flowers growing around it. A small stream gushing by the side. At the foothills of a mountain maybe. Idyllic. Plenty of...

She sensed his eyes on her much before she saw him. Mahi, they called him. Bullish, Arrogant, Chauvinistic. A reputation built on savagery preceded him.  Now, he had her targeted. For his smirk, sneer, a condescending look, she offered in return a slash, thrust, and a beatific smile. Her job done, Shakti continued her journey.