Their Eyes Say It All..










They have so little, yet...they have no option.
They live, they smile, even though they are broken inside!
Their hearts bleed..
Their eyes say it all!

Comments

  1. Blasphemous AestheteJune 19, 2011 at 3:31 AM

    They continue to live and be happy about what they have, even though they have so little. Innocence in the eyes, shines like a spark so brilliant.

    Beautiful pics.

    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  2. Rohit DassaniJune 19, 2011 at 6:04 AM

    Nice pics dear.... i have been good,,,, anything new?

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  3. ShafiJune 19, 2011 at 1:40 PM

    Why in B&W.. !! good pics. dont spoil the originality and try to reduce Photoshop to Max out the product.

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  4. RajJune 19, 2011 at 3:52 PM

    learn from them then :)

    and juhi suits u more tha philo.

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  5. Bhargav BhattJune 19, 2011 at 9:59 PM

    Extraordinaire post,..vry human and touchy,..they have their own goals and they achieve in smooth way coz they do not rush the way we do, sometimes we even forget what we are...

    hey thnx for visiting ma blog...
    do visit again as there is more about colors in rainbow

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  6. Carnett RoseJune 21, 2011 at 5:32 AM

    I don't recall seeing these pictures.

    Oh well. You know how fond I'm of your photography. Nicely done. :)

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  7. Sakhi.June 22, 2011 at 5:05 AM

    nice picturs !
    and agreed with raj ! juhi suits you better !

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  8. rainboyJune 22, 2011 at 4:34 PM

    nice pics...

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  9. JackJune 23, 2011 at 9:02 AM

    Juhi,

    Beautifully captured photographs and such nice short poem to say it all.

    Take care

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  10. Pranavam RavikumarJune 23, 2011 at 9:59 PM

    Amazing...! You captured it very well. Loved your under notes too. Have a good day!

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  11. FashionPhDJune 25, 2011 at 12:36 AM

    great pictures!

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  12. Nirati July 12, 2011 at 9:04 PM

    Wow .. I loved the pics and the caption .. First time on ur blog,loved it :)

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  13. Confused SoulSeptember 3, 2011 at 5:53 AM

    They find joy in little things and we somehow are never content with all that we have.. Love the photo's :)

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  14. Superrrnickkk...!!!!September 4, 2011 at 9:20 AM

    WOW.. i must say.. really nice clicks.. :) loved all of it. all of them say a story through their eyes :)

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