If only in real, I could fly. (drunkard’s poem #1)
Shooting oneself, ourselves to the infinite blue. ..floating on your dreams, pretending to fly. Closed eyes, breathing deep, senses numb, having no clue, Riding your dreams, [Read more...]
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Bishnupur
Penning down Bishnupur is just a few words, isnt just my cup of tea. More than a thousand years of heritage, lovely hospitable people; more than a hundred terracotta temples.. Bishnupur is the seat of [Read more...]
The sudden break.
It was 3rd March.. while I was talking about a break from everything and a day out for photography... Hrishikesh proposed the idea of going to Bishnupur. I called my mom, to ask for her permission [Read more...]