BEWITCHING BRIDGES OF VIJAYAWADA
The bridges on the river Krishna are the pride of our city Vijayawada. Whenever I walked across the river bed I’m captivated by their charming dignity; the bridges draped themselves like well-behaved models. As...
Category: Places
THE HOME
The buildings stood together as if merging with the gush of the noisy river running alongside. They stood modestly on the long bank of the river Krishna, which itself is a spectacular ambiance seemed...
BOAT BEAUTIFUL
I looked at the boats docked, flapping in rhythm, multi-colored, seemed like straight out a child’s picture book. They are the fleet of fishing boats lying idle waiting for the right time to set...
THE WHARF ROAD @ KAKINADA
Kakinada is the city planned and developed along the western side of the Bay of Bengal endowed with a natural harbor which facilitates an anchorage port and a deep-water port. I felt pleased for...
THE RIPENED
I sneaked out early summer morning on Sunday last week; with a suspicion how treacherously the blaze of hotness will consume the moment I step out with the gear to shoot for my photo...
BRIDGES OF PRIDE
Whenever I had gone on a brief trek on the sands and come closest to the riverfront, I marveled at the bridges of steel and stone as they beamed valiantly looking up at the...
THE BLUSH OF DAWN
It has been three weeks that I haven’t opened my camera kitbag. Late March through May will be the months of shocking summer flogging my city. The heat shimmers right from the morning and...
AN EVENING WITH KAUSHAL
There was something electric spin at home; the corridor swirled with joy for the arriving treat. The doors, windows, curtains seemed expectant waiting to hug him the moment he bursts in. It’s once in...
MAHASHIVARATRI – THE NIGHT OF SHIVA
It was my second visit to Kotappa Konda. I should say the earlier visit had a subdued sort of impression. The latest was Lo-and-behold a mind-boggling adventure; something similar to entering a wild forest...
RUNAWAY ROAD
I have no predetermined plan to where I’m driving, but instinctively I’m listening to the welcoming calls from the mountains that encircle our city. At a distance, they appeared pristine, with a green canopy...
