Bhavna Sayana:
Let go...
Bhavna Sayana:
No tragedy, no poetry. Just staring at the sky.
Bhavna Sayana:
A Cold December Sky !
Bhavna Sayana:
Grey skies are just clouds passing over.
Bhavna Sayana:
Am i sad cloud or a happy cloud?
Bhavna Sayana:
A Bird of Heaven!
Bhavna Sayana:
You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds..
Bhavna Sayana:
November Sky