Thursday, July 1, 2010



There are one and many faces of a woman. A lady being the symbol of love, care, gratitude, pleasure and pains. Here its just wretchedness, empathy, uncared and bereft. While I was sitting besides her at the entrance of a temple, I could notice how dry her eyes had gone. Tear drops now hold themselves to roll down her once so soft cheeks. The chapped lips have another story to tell. Grey hair, unwashed, unkept, untidy, but like a halo on head. Wrinkles have already alarmed her. Her sight was hollow, but the gaze that I captured had immense weight. Woman, one can never understand them completely.

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