rasa

 I draw not to capture but to release, not to explain but to feel. My sketches are the footprints of a soul walking the edge of the river, leaving marks that the tide will one day wash away. But the river remains, as does the rasa, eternal and unbroken, carrying the essence of all that was, is, and will be.

Rasa is not merely a concept; it is a river that flows through the heart of existence

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