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….
Wonderfully poignant, thought and image alike.
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.
Her face shows a lot of emotions as does the scene. 🙂