Category: photography
Rains: Dead Leaves Fall…
‘The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.’
Written at the old home in Portland by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Aima: The Lil’ Bird
Aima was her name. I came to know her when i was touring Lava in the year 1999, a quaint hilly town, in the north east of India in the … Continue reading Aima: The Lil’ Bird