Category Archives: Photographs

On bees

It’s in a country without summer, That I perhaps learn to be gentle. With things like insects and bees. It’s not with annoyance or fear, that I wave you away. Little winged one. I do it to send. You, away … Continue reading

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Fiction Fragment: His love for Filter Coffee

Between the two of them, they often had these moments, when they compared themselves to their parents. At 30, her mother had two children. At 40, his father had helped his younger brother set his household up. His mother could … Continue reading

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Pets, pigs and dreams

I turn 28 in a week’s time, and I never thought I would be dog-less at this age. But having grown up with dogs in the house, I know it’s a huge responsibility. It’s also a matter of space. And … Continue reading

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Coal, mines and beauty

A couple of weeks back I found myself in Germany. More specifically – in Cologne. Now Germany has never been on my must-go-to map, except perhaps Berlin. There’s very little I actually know about that country. Except perhaps random pieces … Continue reading

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Lights. More lights.

Finally, Deepawali is over a weekend. Something intrinsically wrong about getting up and having to go to work on a day I associate with afternoon snooze and a lovely breakfast. Among other things, I’m recovering from the flu, and the … Continue reading

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On Forever-ness

In Turkey, I spent a half hour immersed in watching the dervishes whirl. Much like India, tourism in Turkey is saturated with folk and cultural motifs, and everyone wants to sell you an authentic experience. Sitting in that 11th century … Continue reading

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Poem: Sitting in a Theatre

Sitting in a theatre, mostly empty. Perhaps this is how I like films. From the front row. The screen eating me. No commentary. But not silent. Exactly how life should be perhaps. Front row, clean, with space. But not empty … Continue reading

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