Too fatigued for a frame?

Enough with the trashy.

Random afternoon weariness kicking in.

...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 :)

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.)

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...

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.

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

So many songs on the streets of the lazy city of Kolkata.

Songs people have forgotten and all that remains are slowly humming buzzes and the cacophony of chaotic chores coming to life. Thses are early morning snapshots of the locality of New Alipore. In my previous post, a lady in a sari, who I promised I'll send her picture to.

The little toyhouse like dwelling which is safely tucked away in a galli and refuses to display its fiasco of colours unless run into. The green windows, a loud echo from yesteryears, looks onto Kolkata. And these green windows are faithful spies on every facade of Kolkata. One can never excape them when they are in this town.

Early morning tea stalls are also shared by many. A place for untimely 'adda' and quick bites and morning newspaper reading. The streets are waiting. Nobody seems to see the hustling that goes on here. Its unlike any city anywhere in the world. In fact, an eco system in its own right, the mosaic of activities, colours and expressions on the streets of Kolkata seem to have eluded everyone. I only want to venture out and paint a picture of it. If these pictures can speak out, I must be doing something right.

the streets are my abode

Lifes little snapshots
One day Ill sit and count
Give them names
Little tags
Here a smile
There a tear
Lifes little snapshots
When they drip
 From my paint
I 'll put them to dry
In my little garden
You and I
Shall sit here
My little pictures
Safe in my pocket
Tucked in the nook of my mind.

When Im out of colour, lend me some, okay?

The little rectangles cry
greens
Of lustrous emeralds
Dew drops on limp branches
Spring settling in
The colour of true environmentalists
Nestled
in sunkissed petals

They peep out and greet

For they have forgotten what a traveller feels like.

Alien town
She meows, disgruntled
In wintry chills
Murky charcoal skies, she watches
On lintels she licks
Her wounds
Her ticks
Her coat of snow
Her eyes like glowing emeralds,
Like planets of verdant milieu
Challenge my curiosity
Every waking morn...

My little cat who Im yet to name, comes to my garden each day and meows till her share of food is served. She is the only one I would like to befriend and I hope the feeling is mutual.

SIghts and sounds

Yes! A blog, at long long last! :D