Waiting… 

The heat and the earth are so much a part of some people. It seems that they are carved out of the very stone on which they rest their weary bodies… 

Patience courses through their veins like blood. They know not to hurry time… They have been at it mercy always… 

Now they sit still, as still as the figures engraved upon the urns that they wait to sell…. 


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Tulip Gardens of India 

Tucked away in a breathtaking location in the Northern regions of India, in Srinagar to be precise, lie our Tulip gardens. Their ephemeral beauty can be enjoyed for only the first two weeks of April. 

The space where they grow is visually intimate, the eyes are brought back constantly to the gardens after they reach the mountains that cradle them. 

Definitely worth a visit for anyone who loves nature and flowers! 

Water roads and Lilly embankments! 

When taking a ride on a shikara in the backwaters of the Dal lake, the parting between the Lilly pads become roads for navigation! At a certain point a right turn takes you to a floating market, another one to the main lake, yet another to a housing colony of homes on stilts. . 

I am told that when the Lillies and Lotus bloom, sometime in June, these backwaters are a sight to behold! Imagine water roads and Lilly embankments! Truly magical! . 

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Everyday India…

Flower sellers with bouquets, come and go like the seasons. They take over an island at a busy crossing and seem to create a home out of nothing. 
Plastic tents, some utensils, firewood, bedding and the ubiquitous children, complete their world. 

I marvel at their resilience and wonder about their life…. And sometimes I carry them in my thoughts into my studio, where they give me company and inspiration, and then, like with everything else, they move on… I move on….

A Mysterious Morning 

 When fog descends, it obliterates all features that one is familiar with, the same old landscape becomes mysterious, captivating and enchanting. The swirling mist reminds one of stories written by  Ruskin Bond in the hills of Mussoorie. 
I enter the fog to reach a fish pond where the fish wait patiently to be fed. When i look back there is no home, just a blank wall of fog! 

Such days happen a few times in the Delhi winter and when they do..they infuse the being with a chilling excitement