“In the evening we go see Kapila, sir.” – our hotel guide. “Who’s Kapila?” – the General. “The river, sir.” “But isn’t she Kabini?” “Same river, guys” – me on Google. Kapila or Kabini, the river is calling and I must go..
In silence, surrender. In stillness, be. In repose, unravel. In quietude, unknow.
I’m quite fawnd of you, my deer. – Related; WPC-Vibrant
Sometimes living in a city can feel like you’re caught in a whirlwind and trying hard not to get sucked into the vortex. It helps to get away from the chaos, to your own place of tranquility that is fit for taking a deep breath, focusing on the center of your being and opening up.… Read More My serene spot in this city
Gulmohar blossoms are flaming red and they bloom in bunches so it looks like the tree is on fire. Well, hot enough to make you stop in your step on the road, get out of your car and start clicking away. That’s exactly what I did today. This just added to my blissful state which… Read More Gulmohar blossoms and one lovely blog award
Dusk is called go-dhooli in Hindi…the time when cows return home after a hard day’s work in the fields, raising dust of the earth by their hoofs. As I shared this with my photography enthusiast friend, he told me that most of his best images were taken in ‘the blue hour’. The French call it l’heure bleue,… Read More Of sunsets, dusk and the blue hour
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” It was a long flight across the Atlantic. Relieved that finally we were reaching Boston, I lazily looked out of the aircraft’s window as it descended to approach the Logan airport.. holly moly..was I in for a treat!! My eyes opened wide, struck by… Read More The fall colors of New England
Every river has a story to tell..of the people, the places, the times, and the cultures that come in her way as she flows. Rivers give a glimpse of not only the cities that thrive today but also how they came about. How can I miss this!! So, on my last visit to Kolkata aka… Read More Not so quite flows the Hooghly