“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
“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
“I ascended the mountains to hear the voice of God, and was answered in echoes from afar.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
“The winter rain, joined my rambling with its soothing potter- patter.” — 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
“Gardens in Spring with flowers abound their scent interwoven in the wind” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
