i know it’s easier to think that you can break than withstand the onslaughtRead More
We’ve stopped over at a lookout point without a name facing the same monotonous beauty that has surrounded us for hours. Mountains cradle the land here. Streaked with layers of time, each coloured stripe denoting a space between the first and the last.Read More
A mood-board of poems, all written by Annisha Lashand. Photos also taken by yours truly.