Aroma

The tea simmered like never before. It’s aroma tucked a few loose strings across the table.
Well, now I know why the tea kept blushing as it simmered, laughed the milk.
 
Caption: Simrran Sidhu
Photography: Harsh Singh
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A Few Glowed

A few glowed, a few glistened, a few sparked, yet none wanted the dark.
Let’s bring home such bulbs, whispered the trinklets of wedded charm.
 
Caption: Simrran Sidhu
Photography: Harsh Singh

Will Stand Apart!!!

“Doesn’t this decrease your love and strength?”, Mocked the mountain.
The pillars of ‘character’ smiled back!
The breeze of values carried their smiles elegantly!!
 
Caption: Simrran Sidhu
Photography: Harsh Singh

Prayers go unheard

My prayers go unheard. What confides in that temple? Cried the wanderer.

There is the unique scent of the oil laded diyas, the mouth watering jaggery on the fresh leaflets, Kajal – darker than clouds and the purest tread of jasmine gajras, answered his prayers.

Caption: Simrran Sidhu
Photography: Harsh Singh