Photo-Essay: In God’s Own Country
By Neha Basnet
The all-encompassing silence seemed to be a tangible presence around me. The world was, as if, meditating. Along with sea waves and the chirping birds, I was part of it.
By Neha Basnet
The all-encompassing silence seemed to be a tangible presence around me. The world was, as if, meditating. Along with sea waves and the chirping birds, I was part of it.