The tale trails from the garden of Eden when the snake was stung with the curse to be seen with suspicion. An infinity after found the misunderstood demon survival in slithering away and defence in venom. As humans are we any different? Infecting each other with the same disease of torment carrying the baggage of hurt, hatred and more Unpacking all at the one who opened the door Does suffering ever has a cure? The pain, the past, the poison said the shaman is not an old skin to shed but something to outgrow You reap peace when it’s kindness that you sow.

– Samberdhana Sandeep