ALONE IN COLOURS

I bicker a lot before I wake up and dash out on Sunday mornings. But, without qualms, I jump up quickly and get the backpack ready for the photo outing: a feat which sometimes prompts me to check, “Am I pushing hard much too far.” The ritual that demands to hop out of bed much sooner than I usually do and have to skip the morning coffee, regular breakfast, and then drive off to the pre-planned location.

The problems I meet with most of the locations I visit hardly include any accessibility. Even the maintenance: imagine such beautiful coast along the River Krishna neglected and found in a sad state – lack of protection and upkeep. Such richness of nature’s abundance at our backyard, a symbol of pride to the city, I see it littered with junk and refuse.

For me going out to the shore along with my camera on Sundays, I draw major inspiration from its serene waters. But, when I stand there blankly gazing at its greenish-blue rippling waters, it presents itself as a neglected landscape. I find no one enjoying it, playing in it, indulging in its haunting glories.

Instead, I find urchins frolicking in sparkling waters, a few anglers patiently sitting holding the hooks, baits waiting for its prey. Excepting the minimal activity, the dynamic river fades like a monochrome picture – dull and sleepy and empty.

And my visuals candidly speak how lonely and yet mesmerizingly lively the river is.

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