Of a Clichéd Contrast We heard while growing up, that of Dark and Bright, that of Silence and Noise. It is years that will make you feel, what this Contrast you hear of really means. Place: Audrey House,(~160 years old building) Ranchi, Jharkhand, India.
SUN and ME, we are in a LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP, really long.
Legs are trained,to hault at Calls, ‘Bees Rupya Paao,’ and tongue,to haggle over each price you talk of, ‘Das me Dijiye’. Days trained these shoulders to brush past, ‘Thoda hatiye,’ and eyes to spot the fresh of all, ‘Taaza nahi hai?’ It’s the sound that holds the story, never letting you hear what sits behind.
FOLK DANCERS IN FULL ATTIRE BEFORE PREFORMANCE. And they own Beauty and Grace. Jharkhand Folk Dancers. India.
I’m sure this angle for this renowned Indian temple is unattempted.(Dakshineshwar Temple,Kolkata, India)
INDIAN ARCHITECTURE(PHOTOGRAPHY) There’s something hanging on this Window. Oh! It’s my breath.
‘Bare-hands are a habit,’ I said, while taking off these bangles you brought me that year,when I had two hearts inside.
Clichès induced a fear, unless it was Monsoon.
What Kanhari am I talking about? A hill in my town Hazaribagh(India) in whose vicinity I grew up. These pictures take the lead in talking to you, while I muse lightly,sitting on the edge. I have no plan to tell you how inclined you will be towards Nature if you grow up in its Green,…
The farther I lay my eyes, it’s the hills I see, the quieter I become, it’s her rape I hear.