The subtler we become, the more universal we become.
To transmit what we carry our “me”ness has to dissolve.

न था कुछ तो , खुदा था
कुछ न होता तो खुदा होता
डुबोया मुझको होनेने
न होता मैं तो क्या होता ………..
मिर्ज़ा ग़ालिब

When all pretentions fall off, what remains is black n white.

Between the subtle fine line of this black and white, there lies the true ME

ME has no color.

ME is neither black nor white.

When the ME discovers this true ME …………,,,,,,,,, what remains………….