Category: Places

vibes

VIZAG VIBES

  The get-together binge ran beyond late-night hours. The loud banter, uninhibited laughter, warm hugs, merry handshakes, clinking of glasses, shining baldies, and perfectly attired bonhomie reflect the wisdom gleaned over decades. I was...

boat

THE SERENITY OF LIVING TWICE

The summer morning shone like a bright and welcoming mime, something similar to the mischievous giggle of my grandson, for whom I was keen on my five-hour drive to reach my son’s family. I...

charminar

PORTRAITS OF FAITH AND PRIDE

Holding the camera perched on the tripod in one hand and the cell phone in the other, I thought, with one stumble or a careless misstep, “I’ll get trampled under the feet of thousands,...

sea

THE SEASIDE SILHOUETTES

I was born in this place, now a bustling city. It’s a major seaport, which I visit often for various reasons. As it is popularly called, Kakinada town is my maternal native and the...

kites

THE KITE RUNNERS OF HYDERABAD

I have ‘clicked up’ my skills and the needed emotions after I joined the “Telangana Photographic Society,’ at Hyderabad, popularly referred to as TPS. Young and old, hobbyists, professionals, and masters, TPS is an...

bidar

RELIVING BIDAR

For over three decades, reading became a daily ritual I can’t go without, even for a day. The healing habit I became passionate about in many ways just by observing how my father used...

bridge

DON’T GIVE IN TO YOUR FEARS

Fear and happiness behave like intimate companions. If you challenge your fears, the prize is happiness. It’s a guaranteed reward although, sometimes, it arrives late. I would validate such a promise, though I know...

happiness

A PREVIEW TO HAPPINESS

Certain occasions trigger a kind of regretfulness and “Still, I have a lot to do” itchiness, leading to a quick dip into self-searching. This daydreaming nibbles at my moods, especially when I pass through...

relationship

IT’S A MATTER OF MUTUAL ADMIRATION

It shocked me; I can say no more than that as I listened to the conflicting woes that troubled the thirtyish-something young couples. The reasons seemed flimsy as I heard a young husband complain,...

nagarjuna sagar

KAUSHAL – MY GRANDSON

I suffer from an unrevealed guilt. I carry the baggage of remorsefulness that I hadn’t been around with my two kids in their formative years. My wife handled all those responsibilities – education, college...