Growing with care The story of my creation Who am I? A portrait of today I am here to... A portrait of tomorrow How I reveal myself
Growing with care
The story of my creation
In the dusk of the full moon night, I slept on the leaves of an Ashoka tree. I saw lush green and shimmering veins of three little rivers dissecting the land and a small mangrove forest disappearing in the sea.
Suddenly, the sky turned dark. The trees began to dance wildly and the rain poured down.
The story of my creation
The story of my creation
Carried by the whisperings of the monsoon winds and salty raindrops, I floated above the sky for days.
The story of my creation
On an ordinary Sunday morning, I was awoken by the heavenly singing of a blue bird whom I could not see. It smelled like flowers of a Banyan tree. I am here to give shelter and protect your dreams.
I was born in the body of a bird with the mind of a man as a heavenly representation of infinity. My feathers were artfully crafted, pleasantly stylish and beautifully detailed. They were tinted with sacred blue, the color of serenity. I was born as a genuine blue bird.
Who am I?
A portrait of today
As I am flying over the metropolis today, in the sizzling, burning air I smell crowdedness. Among the cheerful voices of the progeny, I hear the tired gasps of the mother Earth. In the midst of the grey and unfriendly-looking buildings I see a lovely field of yellow Marigolds.
In your ear, I am chirping these words: The pursuit of the dreams should continue through little deeds that make the change happen.
A portrait of today
I am here to...
Tonight, high among the branches of the Banyan tree, I will create a nest of care and invite you to join me. I will shelter and support you.
A portrait of tomorrow
I am dreaming of becoming an indispensable friend.
You will recognize me by the mythical stories that I am going to tell you in your dreams.
How I reveal myself