SELF-ISOLATION BANTER – 5
If I could bring back the collection of vivid childhood memories, they animatedly dance around my ancestral home – my dad’s father had built to accommodate his four sons and two daughters. My dad...
Author: vijayawadavisuals
SELF-ISOLATION BANTER – 4
They added twenty more days to the woes that have most dreadfully accumulated past twenty-one -days in self-isolation as the corona virus revengeful tentacles seem not loosened its grip over millions. Its aftermath scattered thousands...
SELF-ISOLATION BANTER -3
‘Sleep became a distance wish’ I’m tired of sad visions dancing on the walls the moment I crawl on the bed. The time trickles, my mind goes blank as I lay awake writhing for...
SELF-ISOLATION BANTER – 2
My school compound where I live reminded an abandoned building after a riot; the massive Iron Gate locked shut, queer silence settled on the layers of dust matting the long corridors. I could hear...
SELF-ISOLATION BANTER
No one is talking anything but about Corona Virus, suddenly in a weeks’ time life has become topsy-turvy, the entire world around has clamped shut. A phenomenon I have never seen in my living...
TO CAPTURE THE BEST
We see in a sprinter that every second supposes crucial for a win or lose. Likewise, I, too, felt a level of disappointment when I missed the orange grandeur of sunrise in a matter...
AMIDST AN EVENT
It will be a brisk event, a two-day reunion of our college batch mates. As one of the organizer I’m anxious about its outcome, how many of my batch mates might show up, would we...
THE ROAD TRIP
I didn’t intend to carry the heavy camera gear for the short one-day trip for a meeting. But there is a bargain here. I’m familiar with the place I’m visiting, known for its green...
GREEN PROFILES
The day seems not unfolding as planned. My idea was to reach and assemble the gear before the sunrise among the cornfields. But I couldn’t spot my two buddies at the appointed place, hearing...
A TOUCH OF GREEN
‘I want to catch the bright greenness of the leaves, only leaves nothing else,’ I told my buddy who accompanies me on my Sunday jaunts. Reaching the top of the hill, an hour’s drive...
