Because silence is no longer an option.
A visual form of my previous post. In my favourite red pen ^_^
In my memories you dance with me in the rain Under the yellow street lights of Bombay.
Thinking about you, pretty stranger, whom I haven’t met yet. Waiting for when our lives collide and for the butterfly wings to sweep us into fiery cyclones.
Was in Marine Drive when I saw this child selling flowers and asked if I could take his picture. His eyes, they show innocence slowly destroyed by harshness and unkindness.
At Carter Road, this is my favourite part of Bombay as a city because the sea just calms me down no matter how bad things get.
Gargoyle showing the neo-gothic architecture of Victoria Terminus in Bombay.
The train swayed. Black brushed against white in soft rustle of cloth. A small brush. A minute of contact Conveying a world of. Understanding. Of Hardships shared. A sigh blows…
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