SOULS OF NIGHT LIVES
After a hectic day, my body cries for a balm to calm every part of my being. In the silence of darkness, I find the quietness of balance to renew the lost vigour and...
After a hectic day, my body cries for a balm to calm every part of my being. In the silence of darkness, I find the quietness of balance to renew the lost vigour and...
When I stepped out of my hotel room on a blazing weekend morning, it was not even six, met with a burst of windy heat swept upon my face. The previous night, I got...
“I’ve been staying in this place for over six decades,” I would say in a boastful tone, similar to how a dutiful husband praises his devoted wife. I’m firmly grounded in this city of...
I just settled on a long patch of stones under the shadow thrown by an old tree. I lay open the camera gear and rearranged the settings, compatible with the ambient light and the...
The wintry morning drizzle was inviting and teasingly threatening to seep into my camera body as I climbed the damp staircase leading to a vast foyer filled with a symphony of enjoyable sounds. Huffs...
So far, I behaved like a solo expert in the way I looked at the craft of photography, never aware of the mistakes I was allowing myself. Though quite devoted to my passion, I...
Vijayawada, the city where I live, it’s gifted with spectacular beauty, perched elegantly in a groove between the river Krishna and a string of hills on the other. On most Sundays, I walk along...
Street photography has its unhelpful chorus of complications as it has a cacophony of noises that don’t allow you to concentrate and focus. But, in the same instance, it’s educational too when you come...
We, the three good friends, climbed a small hillock, not even thirteen years yet infused with naive energy that a thirty minutes vertical hike mattered little. Our steps, little clumsy, cautiously snaked through bushes,...
I find my eyes oscillating right, left, and all around, but never ahead on the bustling streets. But cautious enough not to ease the grip on the steering wheel. Perhaps I’m overwhelmed, or it’s...