Of Sex And All That
Photo Credits : The Nebula Quiet by Kira Issar
Location : Model's appartment, Gurgaon
Her mother stared at her from across the table. In those eyes, she saw the face of years of cultural conditioning, which was now taking the shape of remorse and disgust - the anger flowing like a steady stream of . . .
It was all chaos. Her world was falling apart. She blindly climbed the flight of stairs and reached the apartment. Standing in front of the french window, she examined the massive expanse of the land that lay before her. Barren and empty . . .
Who Stands Alone
Suggesting a kind of restrained demeanor. The old salt. Like a sea-dog. He knew he would reach the safety of the shores only if he rode along with the tides. Swimming through the ruthless waves. Cutting across the waters all . . .
The buoyant babe of the blue lagoon. Being safe was never her type. A rare breed. The daring kind. She defied all gravity of the cyan bay. She tamed the wilderness of the human heart. And bared herself to the rough waves. In the . . .