Who art thou?

Mystic shadow, bending near me,
Who art thou?
Whence come ye?
And – tell me – is it fair
Or is the truth bitter as eaten fire?

Tell me!
Fear not that I should quaver.
For I dare – I dare.
Then, tell me!
  
Mystic shadow, bending near me a poem by Stephen Crane.

In a matter of minutes

(All Photograph by Anvita Lakhera.)

London in winter

They said you would hate London in winter.


The skies pouring down rain and gloom.


Nobody stopping by to say hello.


The days depressing and gray.


Now I wonder what else did they have to say.
(All Photograph by Anvita Lakhera.)