This Love (poem)

This love is smoldering eyes Burning fiercely into mine. Navigating my pale-blue sentries, Half-closed against the world. A smile playing on soft lips Tells me all I need to know, It welcomes the mischief that dances behind my curving lashes. This love understands my curiosity: childlike, innocent, free, Appreciates my reverence for nature’s splendor. It wipes …

Discovering India’s magic through it’s own eyes

  ‘One photo madam, just one photo.’ Another day in India. This particular morning finds me at the Taj Mahal, enthralled in the splendour of the marble dome shimmering gently in the reflecting pool. The heat pursues me relentlessly as I shade my eyes against the cloudless sky. I feel peaceful here. No one knows …