The time for painting like sunsets finally arrives.
And it surely knows how to grab my attention!
When epic scares for Friday the 13th show up right at the start of the day, even in broad daylight!
This bud was pretty creepy not only for his ‘costume and gear’ but also for the fact that he managed to stalk me with his million little eyes for 20-odd minutes till I finally laid my sight on him!
Nature – Surreal indeed 😀
Chaos, amidst the cold silence
A feeling of fullness, all within none
Thrill, that would very much kill
Retracing the steps that were once feared for being the unknown
Taking that leap of faith with the mirage of a goal in your head, but never in your heart
And finally, embracing something from where it all started from – the darkness
An evening, well spent…
A few peaceful moments spent in heaven, amongst its resident angels.
An evening well spent 🙂
This bud was sitting a few feet away for 2 straight hours (or even more), first cautiously looking out and then a bit more relaxed after getting accustomed to me, as I took a few snaps at the viewpoint from Parsik Hills a few days ago.
I do miss that light and heat from the day now. Hope these guys are safe and doing just fine.
A lad makes a somersault while diving into the pristine waters of the Owe Lake at Kharghar.
Being able to discover the Owe Lake (for myself) after a few leads I got on a random post on Instagram and Google Maps, I finally made it to this place. It was indeed difficult for me believe that such a magical place existed just a stone throw away from such a dead concrete jungle.
P.S – Much thanks to Jibin Thomas for trusting me and lending his camera/life that day without which these pictures would never have been made, at least this way. Thanks bud!
Secondly, the lads who tried different stunts from what they were already doing, after having seen me with the ‘bada camera’. It was only because of their help (and madness) that I made some decent pictures but the best of memories!
A small fishing wharf on the creek side, next to the Kamote township amidst a misty backdrop that had taken over the area due to intense rain that day.
This image was made two years ago when I was passing by the area one rainy September evening. The sight was so beautiful and dreamy that I stopped on the rickety bridge (far left side, in a non obstructing manner) to make a few images in spite of the heavy traffic buildup a few meters ahead of me at the toll. A few months later, work once again took me past the area and I was rather dejected at the fact that a pipeline was being made through the mangroves, from the Kamote side to Kharghar. And ever since I never managed to ‘stop and stare’ at the sight, perhaps consciously preventing me from seeing the scars that took over ‘the Dream that once existed…’