The Ghost of Saffron
The air in my childhood kitchen was always thick, heavy with the humid promise of cardamom and the sharp, biting sting of cloves. I remember the way the steam would cling to my skin, a damp, fragrant veil that tasted of patience. It was not…
The City I Belong to…
In my city of dreams, I still live in a concrete jungle. In these dreams, I still feel my heart beat for the city where was I born...the city where I live my fullest of dreams. I begin to leave these dreams…my heart feels claustrophobic. I…
A Dream Far Away
Have you ever given any thought on your reason for continuing the journey on this earth? Why do you actually live? Some live to eat, some eat to live....some live to dream and some dream to live. If you're one of the dreamers, then this photograph…