Tag: Delhi

Our lives – Connected

“Connected.” These photos are from India, one from Delhi and the other two from Kolkata. I think in India, people connect to sellers differently. The relationship, however short lived, is much more personal (whether you want it or not), especially in all those little… Continue Reading “Our lives – Connected”

My city.. is old and new and in between

My city is old and new and in between In it, I am found and lost and never seen The colors are cries and the darkness sorrow Yet we all still hope for a ‘morrow You must go if you’ve never been See for… Continue Reading “My city.. is old and new and in between”

These narrow lanes….

Seeing yet another unfulfilled promise, this one about narrow streets, I decided to make good at least one. These streets have their own soul and maybe the only ones that do. I can’t watermark them. They would be the same even if I didn’t… Continue Reading “These narrow lanes….”

Dressing up betel leaves and more

Jhumpa Lahiri mentions betel leaves and a small stall that makes, them in her book: the Lowland. As usual, she can just touch a cord and strike a tune in my brain. It reawakened a familiar image in my mind, similar to the photo… Continue Reading “Dressing up betel leaves and more”

The leaders of anarchy? Aam Admi Party is in fact too aam ( common)

I believe that Mr. Kejriwal was being honest when he said he didn’t know what it means to be an anarchist. He really doesn’t, because if he did he wouldn’t call himself one. It would require that he leaves the government, dissolves his party,… Continue Reading “The leaders of anarchy? Aam Admi Party is in fact too aam ( common)”