Eswarnadipalli Page 7 of 70 - I'm Being Myself

BOUQUETS OF SUNSETS

It felt like a silly urge; “let me stop the car for a moment and grab it with both my hands.” I’m speaking about the

After a hectic day, my body cries for a balm to calm every part of my being. In the silence of darkness, I find the

When I stepped out of my hotel room on a blazing weekend morning, it was not even six, met with a burst of windy heat