And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Anaïs Nin
Home, Rajasthan, India
Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you, its only seed
from "The Rose" by Amanda McBroom
___my wanderings through Kerala, Rajasthan and Gujarat___ all photographs taken by me
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