Lost

“Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know–because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand”. F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned As we try to return to a world we no longer recognise,…

Stamped – Photo Story

One of those moments when your only window to the other side,becomes a mirror instead. Waiting in line at the Post Office I found myself mesmerised by the postal counter windows calmly reflecting the chaos within these four walls, people fussing over packages, receipts and each other. Some left with the joy of reconnecting and…

Solace – Corona Diary

To cope with these uncertain times I remind myself of the beauty that nature bestows upon us. Of her spirit, her grace and her compassion. There are lessons here that we can all learn. Be kind to one another… years from now you wouldn’t remember these trying times for their trials and tribulations but for…

Skin Stories – Self Portrait

Skin is the largest sensory organ that gives us the pleasure and pain, the harshness and softness of touch. Being in one’s skin is the metaphor used to refer to being comfortable as one’s self. When I was 10 years old my uterus decided it was time to step into womanhood and my hormones went…

From the Hearth to the Heart – Quarantine Vignettes #2

The smallest of moments are rendered magnificent if one has the patience to notice. The world we are living in today has forced us to take a pause, where we otherwise wouldn’t have. Being bound by the four walls of this house has revealed grace in what would normally seem mundane and ordinary. What I…

An afternoon on rails

One of the many little things that I have always enjoyed are train journeys. Being born in a defence family meant that we were transferred every few years from one corner of the country to the other. And the only way for us to undertake those journeys was via the Railway System. However, I have…

A Room Of One’s Own

A self portrait I made in 2014 as I was beginning to inhabit and hide within the four walls of my first ever hostel room, afraid of the world outside, afraid of stepping into the blinding and binding lights. It was daunting at first to be alone with one’s thoughts having come from a busy…

Qaurantined Vignettes A Photo Story #1

Being bound by the four walls of this house has revealed beauty in what seems mundane and ordinary. What I find increasingly amusing these days are the little moments that usually would pass us by, like the flames dancing on my gas stove during an electrical outage as twilight descends into the night . As…

A Little About Me

Hi there! Namaste. I have been on and off WordPress for the last 4 years. But recently I decided to give this another shot. Who I am and what I do has also changed drastically since I had first become a member. As per current surveillance statistics I’d categorise myself as a PhD Student, Traveller,…

Fall Colours

Found this beautiful red leaf lying on a bench near a coffee shop at the Amsterdam Airport. The chilling winds made sure that I couldn’t hold the leaf still and I didn’t realise that my phone lens was foggy. This may not be the perfect picture technically but, I adore this image nonetheless because of…