Why the name salma-sitaray?


No, it’s not because my name is Salma… 

It was just the simple correlation that exists in my mind of the beautifully coloured tinsel with memories from an era gone by. When I say an era, it might come off as being from some far back time, long long ago. In a way it is, but not in terms of the number of seconds or days that have passed, but rather because of the multitude of events, developments, happenings and associated emotional storms that have passed since it.

For me, what’s most important is the plethora of feelings and emotions that I experience when I revisit my memories. Sadness, happiness, mellowness, excitement; they are all there, but like a swirl of vivid colours in a gola ganda. What’s more amazing is that I experience all the same emotions as back then, but in greater clarity now. It’s almost as if I am experiencing them under some magnifying glass, where they have been concentrated and honed directly in to my mind’s eye. Such depth, such clarity, such beauty

Read on and see for yourself if even skimming the surface of such beauty does not leave you untouched yourself… 

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