Slopes

Last day of the year. 2015 took some and gave some. Such is life.

Rainy

When will I roam the yonder hills, free and unbounded?

My mother's hand

I miss you Aai.

Village Market Tree

Village market around a tree. There was industrious activity all around. Sellers pushing their agendas; passer-by's pushing their way through; cacophonous vehicles trying to edge through this mass – animation all around.

Serious Observations of a Funny World

My Mother

My dear mother passed away late on the night of 6th July. All our prayers could not keep her between us...

In prayer

Sometimes you can do nothing but pray...  and wait.

Twilight thoughts

Complex abodes

Faith et. al.

What struck me about this frame was the complex interplay of the sinewy tree and the stacked stone wall which it divides. The wisps of dry grass peeking between the stones talk about no interference to their being. But the two round stones aloof at the foot of the tree talk about the lingering shadow of faith...

Rain clouds

Slowly but surely the monsoon creeps near. The clouds come down closer to the land. There is a fragrance in the air. Of the awakening earth.

Father-in-Law

Weathered.

Father

All senior people love the corner seat by the window. I think as we grow older we observe more. Life still remains mysterious, perhaps ?

The Old and the New

The old shall give a-way for the new.

Evening light

A different world. As the worker bees light their candles...

Back to Mumbai

Back to the city of lights. My city. Five years have gone by very fast. Five years of change, of hard labour, of anguish, of disappointments, of peace, of family, of love and of happiness.

I moved to Pune in the January of 2010. I and Percy went underground to work on tripr. We stayed for 2 years at Percy's house in Warje and worked really hard. We had to give up on tripr when we went broke.

Then 3 years with the family. With Dagdu. The marriage. Jo. Happy times...