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