High ground

I so wish to be walking these footpaths..

Kalsubai from Panzare

Beautiful memories.

A Room

Nothing to do.

Kille Peth

Of times long gone...

Wishful Abode

Wish I lived here...

Seller of food

Supports life, in a way.


Life in Mulund was strange — I was back in my own city but at a part I never had visited. But Mumbai everywhere is Mumbai. The soul is the same. The feel is the same. I had taken up in a old and inexpensive area. My colony was full of 40 year or older 2 storied buildings. The wife was expecting and shift to her mum's at Kalyan a few months after we shifted.

The area was full of old people. People whos children had flown the coop. So there were several small stalls which sold home cooked food at very cheap rates. This dude was one such. He used to bring chicken a few times a week. Good home cooked food.

Serious Observations of a Funny World

Overgrown

Omnipresent change

Sunday Flower

"The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing" – Socrates

Medow and hill

We walk across the lush green grass, eyes on the blue mountains.
The hills we must cross, to drench into the far away rains.
The clouds have come down and beckon us into their fold,
Onto the distant mountain stronghold...

Path and tree

Ride

Ride into the rain – Ride.
Across the windy plain – Ride.
Through winding lanes and slanting hills – Ride.
Ride into the fading rain... Ride!

One early morning

Will it rain again?

The clouds gather over the distant hills. The grass is a vibrant green. 

Hill and wood

Trying to work with the watercolours. The aim is to get the monsoon feel...

Sahyadris in the Monsoon

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