CHAOS AND CALM: BEAUTY AND FURY OF KRISHNA RIVER
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,...
Category: Places
THE POWER OF PAUSE
Sometimes a week goes by where I do nothing. I don’t find any reason why I lie down in such a stubborn apathy. It just happens. During which my mind refuses to hum along...
THE SEA, THE RIVER, AND A TEMPLE
Temple visits never fit into my lifestyle. God and deities were never a part of my thoughts, and I haven’t developed any emotional attachments to such eternal spirits. Lately, I’ve felt more at ease...
COLOURS OF DISAPPOINTMENT
The visit to Kakinada evokes a special excitement. My preparation would include more groundwork than anything I do for my travels to any other place in the way of waiting and anticipation. It’s because...
WHEN ANXIETY TAKES OVER
I can’t come out of the blanket of a misgiving—a sort of uneasy hum that has been troubling me for the past fortnight, and I couldn’t pinpoint what it could be. It starts in...
THE SMARTPHONE SCOURGE
At age 64, I never had many occasions to get a closer glimpse at frolicky ‘smart phone-smitten teens.” I had one this morning when I sought help of two young adults for my photo...
FREE AND CUSHY MINDS
An early morning walk along the banks of Krishna River is an invitation to delightful scenes of hard work and innocence. The hard work is evident in the shining wet clothes and taunt muscles...
VIZAG VIBES
The get-together binge ran beyond late-night hours. The loud banter, uninhibited laughter, warm hugs, merry handshakes, clinking of glasses, shining baldies, and perfectly attired bonhomie reflect the wisdom gleaned over decades. I was...
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...
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,...
