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.
And then, too late, I want to know their stories….
Her face shows a lot of emotions as does the scene. 🙂
Madhu, I’ve been reading through your posts I’ve missed over the past few weeks and this one seems especially poignant. It’s as though you captured a bit of her soul, and it’s lovely.
Wonderfully poignant, thought and image alike.