The hustle-bustle of the Dadar Flower Market was new to my friend and I; who had only set foot there at 6 am for the sight of the flowers. As we tussled through the streets, I managed to pin-point my camera at subjects through cavities of bodies headed divergently.
A deftly chosen red sweater, and a gazillion roses clad in white.
पत्तों के लिए एक पत्ता 💚
