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

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.

The Old Pages

A bunch of giggles, faded memories of a table lamp and the smell of the unanswered letters were no stranger to the old pages.

 

Caption: Simrran Sidhu

Photoghraphy: 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

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