A play of shadow & light. Shadows. It imitates us, all the time. Sometimes we see it, sometimes we do not. But it never leaves us. It is there, throughout our life, imbibing our spirit intertwined with us, and trying to be as a 'One'. No matter how the light affects its shape and existence.
This whole Peekaboo affair is as complex as its notes. An amalgamation of Saffron & Oud - these besties play this game during sunshine &. . . Show More >
A play of shadow & light. Shadows. It imitates us, all the time. Sometimes we see it, sometimes we do not. But it never leaves us. It is there, throughout our life, imbibing our spirit intertwined with us, and trying to be as a 'One'. No matter how the light affects its shape and existence.
This whole Peekaboo affair is as complex as its notes. An amalgamation of Saffron & Oud - these besties play this game during sunshine & the aroma lingers around you even after the day ends.
While they play this game among themselves, Amber conspires behind them at night when both are in a deep sleep. After all, the whole game is about conspiracy.
