
Stone walls hold stories, quiet in their grace,
While wheels and whispers rush through time and space.
The rain hums softly, old and new entwine,
Where roots and roads converge, the soul aligns.
Simi
As captured by Jayati.

Stone walls hold stories, quiet in their grace,
While wheels and whispers rush through time and space.
The rain hums softly, old and new entwine,
Where roots and roads converge, the soul aligns.
Simi
As captured by Jayati.