The Pretty Girl.


I used to hide undercover,afraid, ashamed and worthless. I trembled to face the world, even then someone called me pretty, when I smiled with wet smudged eyes. May be, be it for him, I want to face the world again but this time with my pretty smudges!


PHOTOGRAPHY - MADAPAT RAHUL NANDAN

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