Shakespearean Window..#writephoto

She was returning from school. Her pace a cocktail of walking briskly, tip toeing, jogging and kicking random rocks, depending on her mood and magnitude of exhaustion. Her back hunched under the weight of abnormally heavy bag. She sometimes would look at donkey carts and shout, “there is no difference between me and you” followed…… Continue reading Shakespearean Window..#writephoto

Illusion of perfection

Illusion of perfection..A mirage.. How easy it is to call things perfect. Somebody’s life perfect. People perfect. The other day my friend said “I was perfect and look what happened to me” and all I could do was look at her dumbfounded, as she was in great distress already. But it was running in my…… Continue reading Illusion of perfection