Wrinkled Memories
#shorts Reflections from Village Visit at Hasuri Ausanpur, Siddharthnagar Their eyes are perpetually on the verge of tears. The lines on the face hardened by toil, burdens unknown, sun, dust and time. Whenever now the tears flow, which is quite often, they make their way through these lines. As if a seasoned river flows through its valley, meandering at life events and gushing at waterfalls where the skin folds and droops. They don’t tell you stories, they tell you life. Real