BOUQUET 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 big, grand ball of sun painting the evening sky....
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 big, grand ball of sun painting the evening sky....
Vijayawada, the city where I live, it’s gifted with spectacular beauty, perched elegantly in a groove between the river Krishna and a string of hills on the other. On most Sundays, I walk along...