A source of life. A place of recreation. A calming presence, but also a destructive force. We have different relationships to and stories about water: how it has saved or defeated us. How it reminds us of family vacations, outdoor adventures, or the hot summers of our childhood. How it might also symbolize a place we’ve left behind, or a place we dream to go. Here’s Rock beach, Pondicherry on New Year’s day, all calm and serene at noon, waiting to make noise and be heard. Well, I also behave like that at times.
Although, technically it’s a beach and not a street, I have tried to capture a wide shot as per the instructions: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_assignment/photography-101-street/
It was the 1st time I had breathed in so much fresh air at once. With mountains right in front of me, trees and roads way below, for those 45 minutes, I felt like a bird slowly making its way through a valley. I had never heard of this place until last year when I was looking for ‘Adventure sports around Delhi’, and I came to know that it is the highest spot for paragliding in India, 2nd highest in the world.