This place comes somewhere on the road that goes to Cherrapunji from Shillong. It was as quiet as a cemetery and as beautiful as a dream. Then there were three of us and that somebody under the ground.
A collection of black and white portrait of my friend, Smita. We sat together on our way to Delhi this winter and we didn’t have much to do, besides idle talks and taking each other’s photographs.
Before I realized there was a doubled layered window glass pane!