The Hands of Her

The wood she chopped singed and the Mogra she thread into a Garland wept, when she suffered at the hands of her insecurities and refrain.
 
Caption: Simrran Sidhu
Photography: Harsh Singh
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The Tedious Paths

Climbed the rockiest hills, stood in the tedious paths, traveled far away distances to attain ‘him’. Only did the soul realize that ‘he’ awaited him in the voices of pain and sacrifices.
 
Caption: Simrran Sidhu
Photography: Harsh Singh

Waiting…

Why not add sips of the strongest tea, crispiest bite of spiciest Bhajjis and the warmest steam of tiffin preparation to our list of exhilarating experiences?
 
Caption: Simrran Sidhu
Photography: Harsh Singh
Note: Bhajji is a spicy Indian snack.

Oh River Narmada

Same hymns, Same flowers, and same is the vermilion they offer; yet their hearts bask under different hues of ties, gasped the flower embraced river.
 
Embrace their prayers!
 
Oh river Narmada – You are their only cradle!! Echoed the chants.
 
Caption: Simrran Sidhu
Photography: Harsh Singh

Whispered The Keys

They could have found happiness and guidance – had they accepted what had happened, whispered the Keys.
Oh! We rarely find will-power which finds smiles in resources of frowns, replied the lock.
 
Caption: Simrran Sidhu
Photography: Harsh Singh

A Destination

Some journeys lack fragrance of brewing coffee and blotted letters.
Step out from that track – a destination awaits your call.
 
Caption: Simrran Sidhu
Photography: Harsh Singh