Manifestations of Truth

My truth starts with her..My storyteller..

When I was a kid I loved her for taking care of me at my every breath, when I grew up I sometimes hated her for the way she treated my mom but when I reached an age where I could understand everything, I started loving her more. As she grew older, I saw a kid in her who wanted the constant love and care she gave us.

I remember taking this picture when she was just enjoying her evening and I told her I want to take a picture of her and she tells me, she needs to cover her head with that dupatta and I captured her at that momemt smiling and happy and this is her last picture.

Now about the storyteller part. She was the one who made me fall in love with stories and hence this page is dedicated to her. To my storyteller….