Present Past

One needs to get out more often to see how the world is set in motion.
Discovering relics of the past is a wonderful moment indeed, but so is being part of the present. A blend of both, here.

The kid grew up.

The cows were sold, the barn empty and barred.

The sun gets stubborn. The afternoon nap.

Bridges to Burn, May We have None

Kerrville, Texas

Panakkad, Kerala

Summer Fires

The temple. Bright colored-saree clad women with their daughters, preparing offerings in earthern pots under summer fires. Corners of their eyes crinkled with the heat from the simmering delicacies.

The nuns in the next berths finish up their dinners. Their grey uniforms merge with the bluish seats of the train.

How do kids remember a childhood? Counting the bunnies on the air pillow with papa? Waving at trains running through the slums that is their home?

Let us give them little words of love to carry through the days.

The Perfect Crown

Try, try and try, and you shall succeed.

For Dreams to Come True

It rains there. Life is the tango of lovers. Slow and sensuous flow of million streams of water.

And then it rains here. The thousand vapours lit up in the headlights of a car. Life is a breathtaking assault of windy waterdrops, drenching, churning, drowning and then, dripping.

What is your rain?

Perspective

When life turns upside down...

...take a shot anyway!