Old shoe on an old river.

Whenever I am home I never fail to visit this small spring just behind my house. It holds a special position in my heart because I grew up with stories latched to this place. It’s very choko or pure is what our grandparents say and this place had served as a source of water for

Quarantine Chapters

I think it’s only the earth/nature that accepts you without your race and your colour. And even opens the door for every body to bloom after death.So this is the first grown cucumber, papa planted during this #Quarantinedays. And here’s the fruit. That’s the bamboo shoots we received, early morning and a few chillies, collected

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The brightest Night