Anyone who knows anything about Rajasthan, knows that it is a colorful place of temples, museums, forts and has still preserved age-old traditions & architecture. After living in this country forever across nine cities, and visiting 14 states, I thought I know what all is there to see on my trip to 15th. With that thought on my mind, I called my sister up and told that we are heading out to Udaipur in 4 days. After roaming around the beautiful narrow streets, huge palaces, ancient Havelis and serene lakes, we had one extra day before coming back to Delhi.
I did not encounter the beast. Here – I said it. Apparently, it had rained the night before and now the animals wouldn’t come out in search of water. That’s the reason our guide gave us for an unsuccessful ride. All I saw was a bunch of deer, a few monkeys, pigs here and there, and loads of elephant shit. But, was it really as unsuccessful as mentioned. I don’t think so. It’s a completely different world in there. The jungle has its own mechanisms, chains of inter-dependency among flora and fauna, ways to protect itself in crisis and give
Solitude for me is enjoying your own company. Being alone but not lonely. This picture is from my trip to Ladakh last year, clicked by my sister. I read about The Rule of Thirds today and this is the closest I have in my collection until now.
What is your idea of bliss? Is it an image of your family, laughing at the dinner table? A state of total relaxation, while lying on the beach? Your latest painting, drying on the canvas? For me, its finding new places and exploring those in and out. This one is from somewhere near Dalhousie in Himachal Pradesh when two of my friends agreed to pose for me, having tea with that view. Bliss, ain’t it!
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.