THE QUIET VOICE OF RESILIENCE
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...
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...
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...
Walking up the twisted narrow road, leading to the Kondapalli hill, on one side it’s a steep valley rolling down and on the other was the rocky slope of the hills made of disorderly...
As I trekked along the path leading to the hills which I have visited several times, a curious waft of aroma from the rain-washed foliage creeping all over greeted me. The hills ahead stood...
It tired me walking through rough boulders scattered everywhere. I watched my feet moving on a rugged surface. There is nothing else to admire, but the disfigured hills and the barrenness caused by blasting...
A week ago I received a compliment, ‘the usual objects; a good deal of people who don’t bother to notice them, you make them look so lovely and wanting us to go there immediately.’...