TWIN PEAKS

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 the eagerness that I want to sniff around seeking anything – a bush or a shack, or a lone rider – photo-worthy.

During many such flying visits on the city roads, far away on the outskirts, my attention fell on a distant hillside, standing like two inverted cones. I passed that route many times, amazed at these twin triangular hillocks projecting into the suburban skies overlooking many hamlets. I felt it sending vibes like, “come on; catch me with your camera.” But the whole scenery seemed something out of place and didn’t fit in the commercial surroundings that kept sprawling close to it, defacing the plateau’s natural simplicity.

It appeared it doesn’t cry for much time before growing roadside shacks and eateries damage the serene splendor. So I have decided to make something aesthetic out of these alluring hillocks. One day, a fortnight back, before daybreak, I parked a little farther to frame the twin peaks standing tall, together with the early morning buzz and shadows. I stayed for two hours wondering at the green spires before the place got overcrowded by Sunday meat-loving crowds.