Photography
Excerpts from my oeuvre as a photographer.
Those innocent drops of rain falling from the sky never know the thousand ways in which they may shine.
Silently waiting for its occupants to return home.
The paths we choose are indicative of the choices we make.
This moment will not pass until you let it.
Cloud-hidden, whereabouts unknown.
The green fields that dot the landscape near New Delhi.
Broken shards. Shattered dreams.
It’s bad. We’re hit, man, We are hit.
Memories long gone.
Embracing the skies.
The warmth of the daytime seemed like a dream now.
Closing in around the light like it would be dark forever after.
Where is my home?
