MOROCCO | Friday, 11 January 2013 | Views [180] | View Smaller Image
SIGHT: It wasn’t a sight to capture. It was a sight that captured(my heart). A girl sits in the shelter of clothes heaped on fallen branches. She is intimidated yet curious. She stares intently, trying to discern the emotions that flood the eyes of the young man gazing back at her. He tries to comprehend her nomadic life. She does not realise that as she sits silently with the young man in the shelter, he realises that he had learnt to look all his life, but for the first time, he learns to see.
