Photography – Catching People Unaware!

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge!

Caught unawares

without a facade,


the face mirrors feelings of the heart,

natural emotions reflect,

candid clicks

capture the soul’s true beauty!


Inky Tales!

Reena’s exploration challenge #166.

“inkblots mutate

to form pictures,


stories I did not create”

You are required to find a picture from your Media library, sites for free pictures, or your phone camera and post it on your blog. Copyright if any will remain with you.”

My interpretation to this very unusual prompt.

Creative marvels

colors of ink weave stories

myriad artists


In response to Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge : Post photographs of alphabet words having both r and s.

Street! Now isn’t this a perfect street to take a stroll by the sea, with the blue sky and serene waves for company?
Stray dogs enjoying their afternoon siesta!
Sunrise, heralding a new day, gifting us a “today” to be alive to each moment of it!
Rusted, but not routed 😉
Ruins, do you hear my story?
Seashore, Ah! But I don’t see anyone selling sea shells by the seashore…

Photography – Communication!

“The most important thing in communication is to hear what isn’t being said”. Peter Drucker.

They seem to be catching up after a long time 😉
Aren’t the tempting colors inviting the children and grown ups into a sweet world?
The print media was the most powerful form of communication back then!
The language of music is universal, isn’t it?
The blue expansive waters, witness to the changing times, narrates tales of yore to the receptive ears!
The bond of love between mother and her baby is universal in nature!
Finally, sending love to Baisini from this part of the world!

Len’s Artists Challenge # 118 : Communication!

Say Cheese!


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “more than a hundred.” Write your post inspired by something you have more than a hundred of in your home right now. 

The moment I read this prompt challenge, my mind immediately thought of the photographs at home that fill the albums and adorn frames on the wall. I love clicking moments of today which make beautiful memories tomorrow. Of course, with the advent of digital technology, now my laptop is filled with them.

As I browse the old pictures, each picture enlivens a story of emotional delight. I harvest a bounty of nostalgia. The vintage sepia toned, the black and white or the glossy coloured ones bridge the present to the past. Sauntering on that bridge infuses the air with the fragrance of yesterday. The heart revels seeing the pictures unfold a saga of events that life witnessed. It is a wonderful way to bond with the family, reminiscing good old times, sharing some laughter and tears, teasing and ranting, setbacks and celebrations.

I love the company of photographs, for it captures moments to etch it in the heart for eternity.

Blur of life captured

 tapestry of memories

eternal imprints





The air is infused with a

nostalgic fragrance

as the eyes take a tour

of a visual delight,

embossed in a digital diary.

A melange of emotions

a chest full of memories

a plethora of holidays

a trail of outgrown footprints,

each snapshot,

enlivens a riot of recollections

the heart rejoices with a smile

the celebrations and the tears

precious moments of life captured

that fade out of mind with

the passage of time,

but the impressions

stamped for eternity

in the photographs.



When the pictures cried…….


Had an opportunity to visit a photo exhibition oraganised by the Indian photography fest in my city. The works of various photographers from around the world were showcased and we spent over two hours mesmerized by their extensive range of work.  Stunning visual landscapes, black and white portraits, exotic wildlife, the wrestlers of Senegal, glimpses of the platform of New York’s subway, local festival celebrations, Philippines drug war, the slums of Dharavi, many postcard pictures from everyday life and much more were put up.

But what caught my attention and ripped my heart apart were the pictures by the Mumbai based photographer Sudharak Olwe. The pictures were crying out in agony, shattering the silence of the room. Some of his works covered the images from the lives of the conservancy workers working in unimaginable conditions, the prostitutes of the red light area, jarring pictures of the deep caste prejudices among the Dalits in Maharashtra.  Each picture narrated a heart wrenching morbid tale of  life. Be it a new born baby still with its umbilical cord dumped in a garbage bin, or the prostitutes playing Holi* but with colours of pain and sadness, a man cleaning a sewage canal  buried till his neck in pit filled with filth , hanging of a Dalit for trying to speak up for his rights and many more such pictures which jolt your very being. I could do nothing to contain the tears flowing from my eyes.

Staring into their lifeless eyes

the piercing wails echo

 despair and anguish

the soul drenched in sorrow

when the tormented heart cries out,

their plea for help, unheard

nobody to feel, nobody to heal

from the dead frames hang

something which resembled a human

 life in an abyss enclosed by

gloom, filth, poverty and misery

their grieving hands probe in the perennial darkness

for a glimmer  of hope to brighten their spirit!


*Holi is a festival of colours played in India.


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