Time is a dis-component of our lives. It’s a sadist and an optimist. It’s charismatic and mundane. Its electric and submissive. But whatever it is, it isn’t ours to claim for. We think we are spending money, we are actually spending time. Apparently, time is spending us. We crave for money and authority, power andContinue reading “Time – The Nemesis”
Tag Archives: moments
Ominously Tall
Dreams are. Such is the euphoria around its seminal structure. Still says, I am achievable.
photo talk
Pre iPhone era. When photos were shot with devices we don’t see around today. Yet, impressive images with limitations and strong hands to shoot them. Out from the archives but still looks gorgeous! What’s your pick?
rays in darkness
Moods, many. Just shots, nothing else.
days, come back.
There are few moments in life when chaos and joy are seen together. I saw these moments in the past few days which tells me that we are indeed blessed in a way to be together with the people we love and do things together that gets us unrivalled in a blissful tale of relationships. Continue reading “days, come back.”
The Year in Photos
Pictures talk, pictures tell stories, pictures emote, pictures gauge situations. Pictures depict moods, celebrate moments and gives a new dimension to life. With few more minutes to go, let’s bid 2016 adieu with some of the finest, path breaking and magical shots of my life.
the brighter few
Randomised. Eyes. Hotspots. Urban ore. Blessed and counting.
typical father weekend
my weekend these days means lots of cuddling and indulging in nonchalant pampering of my 5 month old toddler. yes, everything is surrounded by his exploits and his presence dictates the agenda of our day. he smiles, makes weird sounds, smiles again, doesn’t cooperate for a feed, loves to be patronised with love, touch andContinue reading “typical father weekend”
scattered serenity
the sanity hour
When all that I had was a truncated life with plethora of bliss around me. Pure.
Vicinity
Watching us over, as a mother whose watchful eyes tell us stories of sin, redemption and sanity. I am around, so are you.
A Father’s Note
Holding your just born son in your hands is a feeling beyond describable words. For a change, I have run out of ammunition as the newly born has swept me off my feet and I don’t feel the earth beneath me. The moments when we saw each other – yes, you can argue thatContinue reading “A Father’s Note”
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