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