an angry rivulet rushes down the calm valley announcing its presence at every curve and every bend with a loud gush colliding with another river at dev prayag, to become the mighty, revered and feared river of india continues coursing through settlements and cities almost dismissive of their large presence and almost dawdling like a large pregnant woman at varanasi but still seething below then … Continue reading meeting the lifeline of india…
i take this camera along with me. with a huge lens. and i keep clicking. every trip means atleast 300 pictures a day. min! so i have a computer loaded with pictures and find it tough at times to go through and find my favourites… but then i chance upon a face. that chai shop guy. the little boy who sold me a necklace. the … Continue reading one of my dreams…
whenever i visit goa i don’t forget to have the pao. of course, growing up in maharashtra and still living here, i have a lot of pao around me. but the goan pao… is goan. as the pao is goan. is it not?
memories of a place, of a time visited, somehow stand alone. photos dont represent that very memory for me… the memory has more emotion… and the photo becomes but hot button to make me feel all of that all over again… that gush… i take so many photos. with every trip. but i never know best how to use them. in those days we would … Continue reading why a photo still doesnt replace a memory for me…
merry to go around 