We feel closest to God in humility. No outward rites and…

“Autumn had arrived— the last blossom whispered, let me stay awhile.”

— Meeta Ahluwalia

“That which is empty, is full of everything in the cosmos.”

— Meeta Ahluwalia

“With each embrace, I poured my soul into his, till his and mine were the same.”

— Meeta Ahluwalia

“The essence of things is lost in translation, as love and understanding are lost in expectation.”

— Meeta Ahluwalia

“I hear the most music in the depths of silence.”

— Meeta Ahluwalia

“The winter rain, joined my rambling with its soothing potter- patter.”

— Meeta Ahluwalia

“I ascended the mountains to hear the voice of God, and was answered in echoes from afar.”

— Meeta Ahluwalia

“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

“Being a woman, I am misunderstood more when I talk than when I stay silent !”

— Meeta Ahluwalia

“time's stride, so uneven, some days endless, and others, like the blink of an eye.”

— Meeta Ahluwalia

“Under the stillness of an old tree - a monk sits in silence, the oak sheds it's leaves.”

— Meeta Ahluwalia

“I laughed, and cried, and then woke up.”

— Meeta Ahluwalia

“It is the irony of this world that people express anger and hatred without restraint, and love with hesitation.”

— Meeta Ahluwalia

“Photography is the play of light, the dance of shadows, the song of exposure, and the story of the moment.”

— Meeta Ahluwalia

“It is in the bitter cold of life, that you recognize people who are the equivalent of a warm blanket.”

— Meeta Ahluwalia