Jab

Jab maine tumhe pehli baar dekhaTum beech chaurahe mainRickshaw mai thiTum apne baalon se aur duppate se ladh rahi thiMaano ki hawa tumhari dushman thiKalkatte (Kolkata) ki us sardi ki dophar mainMain toh kisi aur taraf jaa raha thaMain jis gaadi mai thaWoh tezi se dusri taraf chali gayiTum - tum shayad wahi reh gayiHawa… Continue reading Jab

Late night FM DJ voice

Late night FM DJ voice has a certain charm about it. Here you can listen to a radio show called ‘Neelesh Mishra Show’ or to some other channel and it is something nice that you can play in the background. Listen to it actively or don’t. At times these shows would save me. In a… Continue reading Late night FM DJ voice

Socks

I am on the sofa without any socks while the cold wind announces itself harshly. It finds its way through the gaps in the old doors and windows of the house. I am any day better than the guy I saw sleeping or passed out on the footpath in Gurgaon or those who try and… Continue reading Socks

The shop

A shop in Delhi, India. Clicked in October of 2019. Nikon D7200 with Yongnou 35mm.

With Father

Little Meena explores the bazaar with her father. Shot around Jama Masjid, Delhi. 2019.

Woman in the Bazaar

A woman walks down the Meena Bazaar of Old Delhi. On the right, Jama Masjid which is one of the largest mosques in India. Clicked on 2nd of October 2019

Dogs of India

These guys climbed on to the second floor of what seems to be an abandoned building. Proud and happy.

Dilli

Dilli ki zindagi bhi kuch ajeeb si hai. Aaj ki ye tasveer dekhiye, neeche gaadi ki peeche ki seat par main, side main ek bike aur upar chalti metro. Metro bahut hi ahem hissa hai is shehr ka. Sab bhaag rahe hai, main bhi. Shayad kisi se, kisi ke liye ya fhir kahin.

Traffic Signal

I was driving home the other evening after work. Slumped in my seat with some random radio channel on I stopped at a traffic signal. Ahead of me was this Maruti WagonR, a very famous Indian hatchback.  My initial reaction was wow someone finally stopped at the signal. But in a few seconds, I could… Continue reading Traffic Signal

Neverending metro ride

The constantly moving pixelated text bothered me more than ever. The train kept passing stations, wheels rolling on the familiar tracks. There were all sorts of warnings and instructions on the screen telling you to not carry your bag on the back to not crossing the yellow line. The text would keep flowing from right… Continue reading Neverending metro ride