namzita.: When my mind wonders, it takes me back to this blue, this loneliness, this moment.
namzita.: To be trapped in its grandeur is to experience it.
namzita.: We walk, we fall, we slip, we tumble.. the path is ours to enjoy, the story ours to savor.
beinshitty: The only real snow of the year
namzita.: Chairs are only chairs until someone takes a seat.
namzita.: Colors are only colors until someone makes them beautiful.
namzita.: Words to live by!
namzita.: The Road Song
namzita.: Unlike a painter, a photographer starts with something finished and works backward.
beinshitty: Anonymous
beinshitty: 069_365
beinshitty: 071_365
namzita.: Grande Easy Iced Chai
beinshitty: Standing proud
beinshitty: 048_365
<smile>: [70/365] Coffee?
namzita.: Hermit
namzita.: The road is long, the crossings many. Trade your soul for many colors, bring along books for the ride. Trace the path so mingled, leave a part of you everywhere. And patch together a lifetime.
Srichand Pendyala: Blue Angels
Sr!v!dya: Humaara Bajaj
namzita.: In My World
Dustin Tash: "Street-Side DMZ."
Dustin Tash: "The Busker King (2 of 2)."
axe_vin: Pashmina
imagesofthisandthat: Wide Set Eyes
namzita.: Jalebi Express
beinshitty: 121_365
namzita.: Frnds.
Srichand Pendyala: Two shots
namzita.: Bookworm