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“Meet me in Montauk”
Every path, once travelled, becomes a repository of everything it once was. The way the sun shone, the paths the raindrops traced on the windshield. A split second long gaze shared with a stranger which opens a sudden, unknown door to their thoughts. The mind preserve them all, like fermenting wine in barrels. And again…
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Scent of the river
Once upon a time, when all the cars were not air conditioned, and people would roll down the windows, they would see the world. The sights of the road would not slip past them. The rattle of the traffic, the bedecked long distance trucks would be looked at in wonder. The clatter of shop shutters…
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Birds at dusk
Every photograph involves a story. It rises from a tale, a thought, a feeling or an emotion. Like roots of a tree, it lies hidden somewhere, until someone looks for it. This tree remains leafless until the rains. It sheds its leaves in remembrance of long ago winters. Yet when the rains come, it knows…
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Resonance on Strings
When I first saw the spider web that had invaded the window frame, it was lighted up from the rays of the setting sun. The day was unusually sunny. A rarity because it was June. When the first rains of monsoon arrive, it feels like a good shower after a sultry, balmy day. But then…
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Thought and Pictures
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