“The Tibetan monks make mandalas out of dyed sand laid out into big, beautiful designs.
And when they’re done, after days or weeks of work, they wipe it all away. They let it all go,
no pain, no regrets. That is happiness. That is bliss. The euphoria of Nirvana. We live for
that. Just for the experience. We paint a picture and we erase it. ”― Thisuri Wanniarachchi, The Terrorist's Daughter
