Eswarnadipalli - I'm Being Myself

HEART FULL OF FEARS

Forty-five days seemed too short a span that could conveniently wipe out a heavy dose of anxious narrative – not allowing the spell of flashback

The summer morning shone like a bright and welcoming mime, something similar to the mischievous giggle of my grandson, for whom I was keen on

Holding the camera perched on the tripod in one hand and the cell phone in the other, I thought, with one stumble or a careless