Anger is like a hot coal that you throw at the object of your anger. You may or may not hit the object, but you will always get burned.
It is all she has ever wanted and now in this moment she has the opportunity to prove herself.
You simply cannot fully experience the Yamuna River flowing lazily past the Taj Mahal at sunset unless you are standing upon the white marble yourself.
As his armies feasted on the horror that is war, conquering all that would stand in his way, he began to hear a faint and distant cry within...
... these are the same days in which the stories of the night sky have become lost and untold.