“With each embrace, I poured my soul into his, till his and mine were the same.” — 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 winter rain, joined my rambling with its soothing potter- patter.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
“Gardens in Spring with flowers abound their scent interwoven in the wind” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
“Autumn had arrived— the last blossom whispered, let me stay awhile.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
“We expend more effort in trying to forget memories than in trying to create them.” — 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
“The essence of things is lost in translation, as love and understanding are lost in expectation.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
“the delicate fragrance of rose hips lingered on my fingers from tending the garden .” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
“Somewhere along the length of time, while we are busy numbering our days, we forget to make them count.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
“Being a woman, I am misunderstood more when I talk than when I stay silent ! Meeta Ahluwalia” — 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
“time's stride, so uneven, some days endless, and others, like the blink of an eye.” — 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… — 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
“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
“Under the stillness of an old tree - a monk sits in silence, the oak sheds it's leaves.” — 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
“It is in the bitter cold of life, that you recognize people who are the equivalent of a warm blanket.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
