THE SERENITY OF LIVING TWICE
The summer morning shone like a bright and welcoming mime, something similar to the mischievous giggle of my grandson, for whom I was keen on my five-hour drive to reach my son’s family. I...
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PORTRAITS OF FAITH AND PRIDE
Holding the camera perched on the tripod in one hand and the cell phone in the other, I thought, with one stumble or a careless misstep, “I’ll get trampled under the feet of thousands,...
THE SEASIDE SILHOUETTES
I was born in this place, now a bustling city. It’s a major seaport, which I visit often for various reasons. As it is popularly called, Kakinada town is my maternal native and the...
THE KITE RUNNERS OF HYDERABAD
I have ‘clicked up’ my skills and the needed emotions after I joined the “Telangana Photographic Society,’ at Hyderabad, popularly referred to as TPS. Young and old, hobbyists, professionals, and masters, TPS is an...
RELIVING BIDAR
For over three decades, reading became a daily ritual I can’t go without, even for a day. The healing habit I became passionate about in many ways just by observing how my father used...
DON’T GIVE IN TO YOUR FEARS
Fear and happiness behave like intimate companions. If you challenge your fears, the prize is happiness. It’s a guaranteed reward although, sometimes, it arrives late. I would validate such a promise, though I know...
A PREVIEW TO HAPPINESS
Certain occasions trigger a kind of regretfulness and “Still, I have a lot to do” itchiness, leading to a quick dip into self-searching. This daydreaming nibbles at my moods, especially when I pass through...
WHERE ANGELS WALK
The temple evokes a nostalgic swirl of unkind memories. The reason, perhaps, I chose to enter less frequently those gigantic iron-framed wooden doors behind which, in the century-old historical sanctum, the most revered Hindu...
THE JOY OF SEEING
A photographer who perceives the world’s radiance in its aesthetic glory differs from the unexciting eyes of a crowd of bystanders. His enthusiasm gives him an ‘extra sensitive third eye’ to appreciate the deeper...
IT’S A MATTER OF MUTUAL ADMIRATION
It shocked me; I can say no more than that as I listened to the conflicting woes that troubled the thirtyish-something young couples. The reasons seemed flimsy as I heard a young husband complain,...
KAUSHAL – MY GRANDSON
I suffer from an unrevealed guilt. I carry the baggage of remorsefulness that I hadn’t been around with my two kids in their formative years. My wife handled all those responsibilities – education, college...
