ROSES OF RESILIENCE
Some days, I feel this knot deep inside me, twisting and turning, and I can’t quite fathom that burden of impatience into words. It throws off my pace, ignoring my mental tempo and making...
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FLOOD AND FURY
(Torrential rains followed by floods, the Vijayawada city had witnessed the scale of suffering never seen before. It took months to see the lives return to their routine pace, but fragments of fear and...
WHERE ANGELS WALK
The temple evokes a nostalgic swirl of unkind memories. The reason, perhaps, I chose to enter less frequently those gigantic iron-framed wooden doors behind which, in the century-old historical sanctum, the most revered Hindu...
THE JOY OF SEEING
A photographer who perceives the world’s radiance in its aesthetic glory differs from the unexciting eyes of a crowd of bystanders. His enthusiasm gives him an ‘extra sensitive third eye’ to appreciate the deeper...
A SPIN DOWN THE ROAD
It prided itself in a seven-decade glorious existence. A transparently democratic, well-oiled service organization, yet, strangely, in the hall where it organized its weekly meetings, fifty devoted patrons wholeheartedly showed up. More curiously, the...
THE CITYSCAPE OF VIJAYAWADA
Sixty years – I trust my life has taken a full circle. I have spent an entirety from a toddler to retirement all in one city. I love this pilgrimage and a commercial place...
HUES OF THE DAYLIGHT
If I want to taste the sweetness of the air, those intricate symbols of naturemisted in golden hues; my eyes have to welcome the sunrise. Not peeping at it through a window, or gazing,...
THE FOREST – HAS A LIFE OF ITS OWN
“I’m trying to call you for the last six hours, and I get a switched-off message, I don’t know where have you been, how can you do this,” my son almost blasted into his...
SHADOWS AND PERSPECTIVES – II
It became a routine to walk down the hallway early in the morning to breathe the sunshine streaming in through all the windows. The glorious sunny surge across the skies – a mixture of...
FLOWING MOSAICS
It’s surprising to imagine the dumb ways the annoying changes Corona brought about in me more than I hide from admitting. It deformed me into an inexcusable lazybones as a Hippo – infested with...
