Writing was natural for her.
Not all monsoons are merrier.
To all the twenty year old….
A microtale on optimism.
Micro Tale on Dreams
Micro Tale on War, Love & Family
The Micro Tale Journey Kick Starts!
And that day it rained.. The bushes rustled, With the mighty winds, They danced and whistled, As the raindrops drizzled, The aura was electrifying, With thunderstorms clamoring, The kids played merrily, With the slushy waters, The environment became lush, Quenching the thirst of the barren, Green was the colour, And that day it rained!
The photographer lived her life carefree! Read ahead how is she described!