rainy days and sundays
“bzzzzzzzzzz!” it was the carpenter bee. black and rotund and a little hazy as it...
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“bzzzzzzzzzz!” it was the carpenter bee. black and rotund and a little hazy as it...
Read Moreby indrani robbins | Nov 23, 2016 | road to singapore | 0 |
a feeling i guess doesn’t lie. nor does grass gently rolling down the slope; nor do flowers...
Read Moreby indrani robbins | Nov 3, 2016 | indi, Poetry | 4 |
when i see flowers i think of you purse your lips and perhaps you smile there is no distance...
Read Moreby indrani robbins | Sep 29, 2016 | Espresso Shots | 2 |
the heavy teakwood doors burst open. binota and gopaler ma looked up startled, a few bodis fell...
Read Moreby indrani robbins | Sep 24, 2016 | indi | 2 |
i was looking at this shot above when i suddenly thought of perfection. it’s a simple iphone...
Read Moreby rhea sinha | Apr 24, 2016 | secrets of seattle | 6 |
Once upon a time, on a beautiful morning, when the birds and bees were heralding the arrival of...
Read Moreby rhea sinha | Aug 10, 2015 | secrets of seattle | 2 |
What hits me first are the sounds of Pike Place Market. A constant hum of chatter of hawkers and...
Read Moreby indrani robbins | Jun 5, 2015 | road to singapore | 1 |
there were flowers everywhere. from holland, from australia, from taiwan, and who knows where...
Read Moreby DurgaS | May 23, 2015 | Now Brewing | 4 |
When one thinks of summer, the first thing that comes to mind is the heat, the hot sun, sweat...
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