RETIREMENT BLUES
I used to believe that aging well meant doing something—anything—just to keep moving. Stay active. Stay engaged. Stay busy. That was the chorus I heard everywhere, and I followed it without question. But now,...
I used to believe that aging well meant doing something—anything—just to keep moving. Stay active. Stay engaged. Stay busy. That was the chorus I heard everywhere, and I followed it without question. But now,...
Kakinada has all the earthly virtues you are likely to be charmed by. Besides, it’s an evolving smart city. I’m one of its artistic fans, a geometrically designed city that still holds some hundred-year-old...
I have been visiting Kondapalli Fort since my teenage years. Five decades later, the fort stands in near-complete ruin—its walls collapsing, stones rusted by time, tree trunks scarred by careless hands. Yet, beyond the...
While we were there, every minute colored and refreshed the days that passed on our school journey. A two-day reunion was planned, and our troop of fifteen wiser, but slower, grey souls gathered in...
I waited for the day, as a child waits for his birthday celebrations. Restless, anxious yet collected. I’m not a child but a retired grandfather. The expected special event – the golden jubilee celebration...
Sometimes my eyes stray, and so would the focus of my camera away from the main point of attraction. Sometimes in photography, it happens – a set of bystanders seems more appealing than the...
When I trembled in cold feet, almost scared to tread closer to the surging waters to capture the proper frame, it surprised me to find the scenes of carelessness and open brashness of young...
The railway bridges are the pride of Vijayawada City. They are the engineering marvels majestically perched across the Krishna River. I stood at a safe distance, wondering at the floodwaters challenging the huge granite...
The roaring of the river’s rush is as scary as if it were a live, simmering lava flow. Like a liquid wild beast unleashed, its waters rise, tearing through banks, swallowing trees and roads....
The Prakasham Bridge, which connects the cities of Vijayawada and Guntur, is about 1225 meters long. Completed in 1957, and named after the first Chief Minister of Andhra Pradesh, Shri Tanguturi Prakasham. The Bridge...
Once in two or three years, the Krishna River goes mad. The raging tide and subsequent flooding appear terrifying, and the next few days will likely see Vijayawada city in a state of panic,...