“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
“Gardens in Spring with flowers abound their scent interwoven in the wind” — 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 Image
“Autumn had arrived— the last blossom whispered, let me stay awhile.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
“Photography is the play of light, the dance of shadows, the song of exposure, and the story of the moment.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
“Those who tried to fill the void with passion, were engulfed by it’s flames.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
“It is the irony of this world that people express anger and hatred without restraint, and love with hesitation.” — 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
“time's stride, so uneven, some days endless, and others, like the blink of an eye.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
“Being a woman, I am misunderstood more when I talk than when I stay silent !” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
“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 Image
