Framed Stories

There are times when a passing glimpse through a window or on a street corner, that I didn’t pay much attention to at the time, sticks with me longer than any travel memory.

A poignant scene, a mysterious face, those fleeting fragments of life, that register in my subconscious and return to haunt me.

Old lady - Varanasi

And then, too late, I want to know their stories………..

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