Photo Diary


  Each time obscurity has cloaked me I struggle to see through the gaps In hope of some luminous prospect That will help me escape the obscure trap! The image…

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Like a Star

  The street is her stage Where she weaves her dreams through baskets of cane For hours of work, earns little wage Survives in a ghetto of an Indian lane…

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Gender Weaving

“Hide not your talents, they for use were made, What’s a sundial in the shade?” ― Benjamin Franklin   Women are the greatest living beings according to me. They can literally…

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