LOVE, NATURE AND THE MAJESTY OF VIJAYAWADA’S BRIDGES
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...
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...
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....
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,...
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...
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...