The Pied Piper.

There! There it was again. That haunting strain of music making me go to the window time and time again, pulling aside the blinds, trying to find a glimpse of the hand that was strumming the guitar in that addictive... Continue Reading →


Its like the sun is just shining its rays upon the sleeping meadow.. silently she stands, she is pure music, her gown a rich symphony of colours and as she raises her hand in a dance – an ode to... Continue Reading →

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