Eighty Six
Some things make me happy for no reason. Like a sektch i made the other night. It wasn’t all that good but till it made me glad that i tried it. Well, it’s the same with this pic. Though this pic makes me feel depressed at times, it remindes me that there are people whose lives are even more fucked up than mine.
Badam Budhi
Greyness says it all. Behold if you may.
The hard up and dull life she knows. Yet she hopes.
Emptiness is all there is at the end of a hard earned day.
The future, it seems, is bleak and void. Still she hopes.
No more Mr.(just)Writer
Finally, i’ve decided to do, well, what everyone has been doing with their blogs. Though my interest in photography hasn’t been life long, it didn’t take me all that long to discover my love for the art. So here i am flip-flopping my previous impressions of how my blog should look like (obviously like Chris Bohjalian’s, who happens to be one of my favorite writers) and posting a few of my works of photography(well, here is just one for now).
This is a picture i took a few months ago. I call it ‘the city of god’.
