Photography & Poetry
Oct 11
Parminder

My Life

It was a Monday morning.Around 7 on the clock.A small village in India named Rajokheri.25th of January 1960.That is how the journey started,or that is what I am told.May be it started when man started using his two front feet as hands or may be even before that.It is also possible that we never grow and only an illusion is carried throughout.

Parminder
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