what do you think ?

A picture is a poem without words.

Bulls do not win bull fights. People do.

I want to turn the clock back to when people lived in small villages and took care of each other.

The sky takes on shades of orange during sunrise and sunset, the colour that gives you hope that the sun will set only to rise again.

The wold is vast and so is its beauty.

Jaipur forever lives in my memories. India is beautiful with so many colors