Sky Kept Falling… Our photography tour had ended. All had left, except me and my close friend and supporter Shrinivas.
A Zanskarpa Woman I had insisted we visit her house on our way back. Shree also agreed. He and I
मला आठवण येते न जेंव्हा तुझी खूप, तेंव्हा मी इथे येतो… मला माहित आहे तू भेटणार नाहीस इथे . कदाचित
Song of the forest… A cold winter morning. Leafless ghost trees. Bare grey bushes. A lone eagle…. An early riser