Clichès induced a fear, unless it was Monsoon.

PUBLISHED(My Poetry). Take a look at ‘PPP EZINE’ .

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YELLOW-STREET-LIGHT

She leaves the trails For her  Young whites,Vacating all slow. Maybe these Nights are her last.

FOOD-WITH-A-PAST.

I realised, Food is like Language; It has its own identity.

INDIAN STREET PHOTOGRAPHY.

Not all are hypnotised by the screen.

THE INDIAN TASTE.

While I see most following and admiring the West, and each trying to fit in the 'Set-Standards', I can't help my pure Indian taste, be that in music or in  the diverse traditional-food. Though no grudges against the Lovers of West, you have your freedom of choice and they've been worth at times. It rather...