Fukecha Nabil:
Smile before the Kill.
Fukecha Nabil:
I Like the Pink Dress!
Fukecha Nabil:
Sometimes you just need to Fire up your Life.
Fukecha Nabil:
Un-brella.
Fukecha Nabil:
The balancing act of Mother.
Fukecha Nabil:
Some sweet people in Shimla
Fukecha Nabil:
Don't Look At Me,for i'm just a sadden poster Lady.
Fukecha Nabil:
Some kid in Tamil Nadu,some Village.
Fukecha Nabil:
Sarees at work.
Fukecha Nabil:
The old lady with Parkinson's disease.
Fukecha Nabil:
The intruder.
Fukecha Nabil:
A kid wearing a Himachal dresses.
Fukecha Nabil:
Some delicate things are better left behind..
Fukecha Nabil:
Workers brushing the road.
Fukecha Nabil:
Ectasy.
Fukecha Nabil:
Kid,hold tight because its gonna be a rough road a head.
Fukecha Nabil:
Alone.
Fukecha Nabil:
Old lady Beggar in NewDelhi.
Fukecha Nabil:
Poverty escape.
Fukecha Nabil:
The Regret.
Fukecha Nabil:
Walk the Talk.
Fukecha Nabil:
“It is a beggar's pride that he is not a thief”
Fukecha Nabil:
No-no spaces.
Fukecha Nabil:
I know its awful,yet I'm fishin' Death.
Fukecha Nabil:
Scheming with Colors.
Fukecha Nabil:
The Northern Wind struck astride by leaving Me damped.
Fukecha Nabil:
Alone.
Fukecha Nabil:
I didn't choose this Job.It came to Me.
Fukecha Nabil:
Crying won't solve the Problem.
Fukecha Nabil:
My life is but a Journey,and Its time to put an End.
