“This time I need an unflowered one…yes, yes any amount”,his satyriasis spoke gagging the person at other end.
After few hours when he was ’bout to turn the nob of Room no. A-435, Hotel Ashoka ; he saw his own daughter nervously waiting inside, through the flying curtains.
Stunned. Bedazed. He deleted the contact named ‘dealer‘ from his cell permanently. Shattered.
The other day I was going through an editorial from a photography magazine. I came across a wonderful sentence which almost changed my approach towards this wonderful hobby.
“You will not….cannot…own a moment by simply capturing it”, said K Madhavan Pillai.
Then I realized I should feel, sense the subject before clicking it.
The stale paper foil, shaky hands and the blur spectacles frame expresses enough.
All humans are equal. But some are more equal than others.
(This picture is inspired and hence the caption)
The gallant stains speak 'bout its commitment.
Life resembles so much. Too many colours to see them clear.
An image is much much better than words, when it comes to peace.
A photograph is the best way to speak to an unspoken heart.
The higher you go, the smaller it becomes...be it the world, ego...maya.
'And my life becomes much more meaningful...when my form dissolves with the FORMLESS'
The coziest place in the world is where you can be yourself.
How can I see so many colours which you can't see?? Are my eyes sore, maa ??
This plate gulps down my food showing me dreadful, ugly and hungry kids.
In reply he said, “This randomization is going to destroy me, us…the whole world lest bowing down. Corrupt milieu and colourful life masquerades everyone with just two colours: Black and White”.
And that ignorant blind girl doomed again in the melancholy thinking she’s more unfortunate being able to see just ‘Black’. Tears rolled down her eyes.