By Upasana Gupta
What is it about broken doors, sunlit windows and old lanterns?
What is it about the undying charm of an old place, why is a new place so comfortably familiar?
Why does it pull me in, make me want to sit and think?
Maybe it’s the possibility of a new world behind that door, or an old beautiful one;
Maybe it’s the good feeling of rugged walls, of damaged doors;
Maybe it’s just another moment, just another picture, and I’m just another dreamer..