Untitled | Venkataraman Ganesan

The fragile wings tremulously resting on the very edge of the ancient bark had seen better days. The Polka Dots in Sepia were showing telling signs of wear and tear. The journey from larva to pupa to butterfly had been an exhilarating one indeed. There was neither room for remorse nor reason for regret. What initially were flights of absolute fancy had eventually transformed into adventures of purpose. It was a life well lived. Fragrance. Fulfillment and Fun. The bosom of Mother Nature was benevolence personified. Now it was time for redemption. To return to the very origin. To salvation.