City of Dreams

This photograph is related to my previous post titled 'How does it feel?'This is Mumbai from Haji Ali Dargah.

How does it feel?

I haven't been writing for quite some time. Honestly, I could have worked on building a habit or forced myself to do it. And here I am announcing this to the world. I was traveling last week and had a lot of time to think and reflect on life. A few who know me are… Continue reading How does it feel?

Chipped Wall

Chipped wall of my house. I am currently sitting on my sofa in a rented flat in a metro city. The wall right in front is chipping and there are two lamps. Surprisingly, one of them never works and the cheap painting I got from Lajpat Nagar never gets the light it deserves. My favorite… Continue reading Chipped Wall

The shop

A shop in Delhi, India. Clicked in October of 2019. Nikon D7200 with Yongnou 35mm.

With Father

Little Meena explores the bazaar with her father. Shot around Jama Masjid, Delhi. 2019.

Woman in the Bazaar

A woman walks down the Meena Bazaar of Old Delhi. On the right, Jama Masjid which is one of the largest mosques in India. Clicked on 2nd of October 2019

Dogs of India

These guys climbed on to the second floor of what seems to be an abandoned building. Proud and happy.

Visiting friend

My friend came to me the day before yesterday. He has been lurking around (at the boundaries) for quite some time. He joined me before lunch on a lazy Saturday afternoon. I was all by myself finally reading a book. Yes, I was finally able to read a few pages until he showed up. In… Continue reading Visiting friend

3:24

The time in my watch is 3:20 (actually 3:21) and I haven't had my lunch yet. On a usual day I would not delay it but today was different. As it happens I am working on a project that demands urgent attention. My job is to trim content, take care of details and make sure… Continue reading 3:24

34 percent

I have had my fill. This thought ran through his mind constantly. Tapping some random keys on the laptop, he looked around and saw everyone reeked of mediocrity and sadness and lost hope. Or maybe he reeked of all those things. You'd never know. The problem as you see is, I do not know my… Continue reading 34 percent