Fragile souls, float about, dancing gingerly to a long lost tune.
Madurai in moments
These photographs of mine are old. Pandemic has distorted the charm of my home town. This slide show is a tribute to its remarkable vigor. The BGM is from the film Charulatha, Charu's theme, composed by Satyajit Ray.
The Biryani
Charred remains of auburn onion: Inviting network of rightly burnt brown. Precisely steamed bits of fluffy rice: A long lost Jasmine courtyard. Restlessly sweating, juicy succulents— Mutton—mingled in spicy nectar. Biryani: A sensory feast in layers. A piece of subcontinent’s accrued humanity
Sa Pa’s monotony
I stand in a sea of light Orange ripples lustre my fluid ground A red beckons— Pure in hue, pregnant with promise My raga floats away—that untold form Drifts gleefully unto the grainy beach— Away from my ruddy dream I am still standing— A porous pile robbed off its juice, Sans shape, sans curve, sans frills,…
A Summer afternoon…
That careless summer afternoon... Distant, as it may be, Still, fresh and earthy—hastily peeled Mango skin; Heavy, and clamorous—mostly—like the untimely Monsoon; Slender and fleeting—at times—as the Vaigai; Ever a part of me; It crushes me into a bloody rubble, often, But I, always, resurrect! My soul, pledged to this ceaseless vision, Perpetually in service…
भीड़ के बीच अकेला
छोटा सफ़र हो लम्बा सफ़र हो सूनी डगर हो या मेला याद तू आए, मन हो जाए भीड़ के बीच अकेला...
An evening with some brownies & Rafi…
Ye hanste huye phool ye mahka hua gulshan ye rang mein aur noor mein dubi huyi raahe ye rang mein aur noor mein dubi huyi raahe ye phoolon ka ras pee ke machalte huye bhanwre ye phulo ka ras pee ke machalte huye bhanwre Mein dhoon bhi to kya dhoon tumhe, e-shokh —nazaro le de…