Faces.

Familiar Places.

Your eyes.

become Black skies.

Yercaud March 2008

Tired heart

Summer sinks its teeth into our flesh.
I can't go on.these trains move too fast. Like snakes on railwaytrackladders.
Seeing you.Your eyes pierce through my flesh like swords.
I'm crippled.I'm afraid.I'm lost.
I pity. and your house of cards melts to the floor.

I have nothing. Not dreams. Not love. Not thoughts of my own.
suspended being.supreme predator.division of labour.
a cup to fill with coins.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Minds

It all starts in Hyderabad where I was last week. Summer sinks its teeth into our flesh.
We walk around charminar, I find a street where everything is blue.
Walk in and get lost in a maze of gulleys where half moon blue flags hang from the sky and little muslim boys and girls love being photographed itseems. And then another gulley, and then another.
This is where this story begins.
So this little Girl in a Burkha comes up to me and asks me to take a picture of her. (that you will see later)
Ofcourse! I reply in hindi,mix in some urdu,and clickity click away.
Then there are three children
Then four.
Then fifteen!
All jumping up and down waiting to be photographed.
then comes the little boy here. Abdul is his name.
"Mela bhi pikchar lo naa didi"
Ofcourse! I say, and instead of smiling sweetly or giggling like the other kids he gives me the
most dacoitish looks and comes closer to the camera, and closer, until finally he's right in front of my lens. :) kheekhee
he refuses to move. Outright refuses.
After much explaining that I cant really take a picture of him with his nose rubbing against my lens he moves and smiles.
"Didi mein kya fillumstaar banoonga didi?"
"Zaroor", I reply, give them all a lot of boiled sweets and am escorted by my little league all the way back to the mainroad.

"Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies"

High and Dry

somewhere in tamil nadu- 2006

I cannot rest from travel.
I will leave.
Soon.