I give him pieces of apple to eat. He shoots me with his tiny forefingers, with what he thinks is a gun noise. I have to slowly wilt, with my tongue out, on to the chair he’s standing on. He then gives me a “Vitamin K2 kiss”, and I instantly revive with a “whoosh” sound. Repeat 843 times.
Day before yesterday (22nd June, 2016) my driving licence (along with many other cards and quite a lot of cash, but that’s another story) was stolen.
Whenever I go to a wooded area while birding, one of the birds that provides a special delight is the
On a dark desi highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of parottas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, saw a lorry headlight My eyes grew squinty and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway; Wearing nariyal tel And I was thinking to myself, “I’d like Pav Bhaji or maybe some Bhel” Then she brought me the menu, but current went away There were voices from the bathroom door, I thought I heard them say…
I notice that every well-known (and sometimes “world-famous in Jayanagar”) photographer likes to talk about his/her genre of photography. There’s art photography, creative photography, soul photography (no, I am not talking Kirlian here!)…so here goes, let me tell you about MY kinds of photography!