The scent of love, passion for a person, or the indelible memory of cherished moments shared with someone does not remain confined to living beings. More often than not, they transform, and the soul of an animated life quietly takes abode in many inanimate forms. The gentle folds that appear on our father's shirt, benevolently complementing his waistline, become a part of his identity. The lingering scent of our mother's clothes transports us to her time, no matter how many y

In the spring of 1536, Anne Boleyn, just 36, stood at the Tower of London. On a clear morning, the Frenchman’s sword fell, and the queen’s head rolled, blood gushing, loyalty punished, and betrayal sealed by her own husband.

The scarcity of thoughts leads to the motion of untrammelled dreams, a tsunami of figments and a welter of emotions. When the mind is...