And there is this feeling of love, I find myself closer to, And where did I meet him first? In the hillsides of upper himalayas, Clutched at his lenses for work, Unaware I was snapped, In the whites and browns of the winters, Happy,…
And there is this feeling of love, I find myself closer to, And where did I meet him first? In the hillsides of upper himalayas, Clutched at his lenses for work, Unaware I was snapped, In the whites and browns of the winters, Happy,…