“Autumn had arrived— the last blossom whispered, let me stay awhile.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
“Under the stillness of an old tree - a monk sits in silence, the oak sheds it's leaves.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
“We feel closest to God in humility. No outward rites and ceremonies are necessary, for they don’t make us humble.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
“I ascended the mountains to hear the voice of God, and was answered in echoes from afar.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
“The extent of my existence seen is not me.. I am boundless, immeasurable, I am infinite.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
“With each embrace, I poured my soul into his, till his and mine were the same.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share
“Photography is the play of light, the dance of shadows, the song of exposure, and the story of the moment.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share
“Those who tried to fill the void with passion, were engulfed by it’s flames.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share
“It is the irony of this world that people express anger and hatred without restraint, and love with hesitation.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share
“Under the stillness of an old tree - a monk sits in silence, the oak sheds it's leaves.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share
“time's stride, so uneven, some days endless, and others, like the blink of an eye.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share
“Being a woman, I am misunderstood more when I talk than when I stay silent !” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share
“The night air was soft, and laden with the redolence of impending blossoms. The sky unfolded and lit up the earth in jubilation. Welcome… — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share
“We feel closest to God in humility. No outward rites and ceremonies are necessary, for they don’t make us humble.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share
“The sky mingled with the Earth infinitely in the tenderness of rain drops.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share
“I ascended the mountains to hear the voice of God, and was answered in echoes from afar.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share
