WORLDWIDE | Sunday, 17 October 2010 | Views [112] | Comments [1]
Down I come, by the trails, through the springs, and my eyes pry the most beautiful face who poses to me, with the "cream of dirt" in her face and the "gel of mud" in her hairs.I look beyond her eyes and contemplate on her struggle to survive in a patriarchal society and agony of being one among the five sisters with no brothers.
mohitphotography Oct 26, 2010 2:50 AM
