A fine misty morning burned away by the crepuscular rays of the sun. Shadowed only by the nebulous flight of a little sparrow. The harmonious disturbance caused by its little tweets. A sound so pure, concordant with the twines of the soul. One looses one’s self, only to realize that there is none. Only to find the apogee of joy¬† – a smiling child.

A handful of photos of Anusha, when she came to San Diego.

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