My stained glass finds its tones of colors from the dust of celestial homelands and shades of organic melts of internal struggle. I belong to a universe which some says resulted from a bang and rest always confuse it with religion. My glass is aged with the organic cycle of a planet which is renewable. I am wearing the cap of a region on this planet, which is known to you as South Asia. I evolved in the basin of great river Indus, an ancient valley of my ancestors. I am having a passport of a nation state which is 66 years old on the global...more
