┬а рдХрд╛рдорд╛рдпрдиреАрдЪреНрдпрд╛ рдЖрдпреБрд╖реНрдпрд╛рдд рдпреЗрдгрд╛рд░реЗ рдкреБрд░реБрд╖ рддрд┐рдЪреНрдпрд╛ рдЖрдпреБрд╖реНрдпрд╛рдЪреА рджрд┐рд╢рд╛ рдард░рд╡рддрд╛рдд. рдЖрдгрд┐ рдЖрдпреБрд╖реНрдпрд╛рдЪреНрдпрд╛ рдПрдХрд╛ рдЯрдкреНрдкреНрдпрд╛рд╡рд░ рддрд┐рдЪреНрдпрд╛рдордзреНрдпреЗ рд╣рд░рд▓реНрдпрд╛рдЪреА рднрд╛рд╡рдирд╛ рдЦреЛрд▓ рд░реВрдЬрд▓реА рдЬрд╛рддреЗ рдпрд╛рд╡реЗрд│реА рдПрдХрд╛ рдЕрд▓реМрдХрд┐рдХ рдЧреЛрд╖реНрдЯреАрддреВрди рддрд┐рд▓рд╛ рд╕рдВрдЬреАрд╡рдиреА рдорд┐рд│рддреЗ. рддреЗ рдирдХреНрдХреА рдХрд╛рдп рдЕрд╕рддрдВ?Environment, varied; one within, one that of relations and yet another including the all-pervading nature. Each has different questions and naturally differing answers. They are inter-woven, that is also unavoidable. A few questions and their answers are buried deep down, some are frozen. Some are left to dry in the scorching heat over the uncultivated plains. Some just melted like the ice cubes. A few tried to breathe through the roots emerging out of the swamps and marshy lands. So different, yet they are always together, forever.
In search of their own marshy lands while bearing the curse of being transient forever.