In a flaming outburst of fury, I picked up a beautiful flower vase from my table, and crashed it to the floor. My burning eyes savoured the thrill of the spectacle. When I saw a flawless work of art crack into a thousand fragments, my broken soul rejoiced. Through the anarchy of those perfect ruins echoed the disorder of my heart. How peculiar it was to find peace in loss and relief in damage! The storm of my rage ended as a flood of tears, and this overflow of grief swept away my distress.
—Amrit Versha
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