Cities sleep Cities wake Stumbling, struggling, running past For years have come And years have gone Histories engraved on every brick The trees they watch and giggle at them the people, what are they running for? The children, what are they dreaming of? Dreams, breathless and alluring Seemingly near And yet so far The skies, they have seen through the aeons Its children hustling for who knows what? With bated breath, as one awaits, I sit and wonder, Whose side to take..?
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
canines and chaos
Winters bring infinite joys. One of them being the Canine club dog show along with its huggable little furries! Some pictures from dogs day out :)
Saturday, December 10, 2011
The world can wait
Street children of Kolkata. Childhood cinders tucked in the daily struggle for survival. The streets their playground and their classroom. All the knowledge that will drive them in life dwells in the streets we walk everyday.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
...remember me on your wedding day, and send me a piece of cake!
My lovely sister, who just got married.
Pl do enlarge the 'horizontal' image, it really makes marriage seem tempting :)
Friday, November 18, 2011
You be cheating on me?
Street vendors and their flair for hisaab!And the never ending paucity of change!
'Did she just click me? 'A line I heard a number of times when I turned around to leave. Oh and their were others too.
'Are you from phoreign?
'Which paper are u with?'
And not to forget'
'Shobayi ei dike takan, chhobi tola hoche!' ( Everyone, look this way, a photo is being taken)
Simple joys of life.
Yes, solitudes. One cannot weigh it most of the time. Some doors, they don't open.(right. I wanted this line aligned with the first pic but oh, hell.)
Labels:
bengalis,
big yellow taxi,
hawkers,
kolkata,
people,
street photography,
tea shops
From my windows, I peek.
The wait is too long
Each hour I sit
Pining and whining
The door is barred
My hands smell
of iron rods
For they have clasped too long
The curtains drawn
As I pretend you'll come
And unlock the portals...
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Each day, a new awakening.
Monday morning blues. Nothing like a cup of coffee to combat them.
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the not so quaint weekday mornings on and around harish park.
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the not so quaint weekday mornings on and around harish park.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
The pious and the feline
My cat has a companion, equally terrified of me. Little tuxedo sisters, conspiring against me and my camera.
Some snaps from the dusty desks.
Let me eat in peace!
singing along
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