JoeMathew: Years teach much which the days never knew.
JoeMathew: After a certain number of years, our faces become our biographies.
JoeMathew: Strangers are exciting, their mystery never ends.
JoeMathew: Alone at the crossroad
JoeMathew: Waiting
JoeMathew: Work in progress
JoeMathew: Silence of innocence
JoeMathew: Lost in thoughts...
JoeMathew: Alone in crow'd
JoeMathew: An old lady
JoeMathew: Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.
JoeMathew: It is an illusion that children are happy, an illusion of those who have lost it.
JoeMathew: An old abandoned mailbox
JoeMathew: Magic mushroom
JoeMathew: Trying to find a bit loneliness in a busy life
JoeMathew: Alone
JoeMathew: Trying to find a pinch of color
JoeMathew: Fence
JoeMathew: Morning prayer
JoeMathew: Fruit sellers under the halogen glow
JoeMathew: Dock
JoeMathew: Life is a stage and we are all just players"
JoeMathew: Recluse in paradise
JoeMathew: Colors of taste
JoeMathew: Locked away in time
JoeMathew: Crossing
JoeMathew: Biker
JoeMathew: Tunnel
JoeMathew: A childhood nostalgia