She Hasn’t Forgotten Her Wings
A black kite rests upon the ground, Wings folded, silent, without a sound. Don’t mistake her for one who has Forgotten the…
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A black kite rests upon the ground, Wings folded, silent, without a sound. Don’t mistake her for one who has Forgotten the…
Keep readingLast night was Sharad Poornima, the full moon night of the Hindu month of Ashwin, traditionally associated with the autumn moon’s radiance.…
Keep readingIt is a pleasure to see photographs travel beyond the pages of a book or the confines of a computer screen to…
Keep readingTumhare paaon ke neeche koi zamin nahinkamal ye hai ki phir bhi tumhein yaqin nahin – Dushyant Kumar (There is no ground…
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“A camera captures more than an image. It preserves a moment that can remind you of a poem, a verse you may have read somewhere long ago. Whenever I browse through my photographs, I find stories and poems hidden in them. Every creature seems to carry a tale of its own, and every tale has its own rhythm.”
Prerna Jain










