Implicit Self
Images from my soul, dedicated to the world that makes me
Tag: India
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”
An Indian village
We visited this village a year or so ago. And such is the disregard for villages ( we were headed to an official ‘picnic spot’ that happened to be in the village) that we did not intend to see the village nor did I… Continue Reading “An Indian village”
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”
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