voices in a gray room
words and photographs from Vivek's black book
words and photographs from Vivek's black book
Sudha's world
Sunday, August 31, 2008
from the series 'Patients with Multiple Sclerosis'
Labels: multiple sclerosis, patient
Dr Adenwalla
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Dr Adenwalla is a plastic surgeon who specializes in fixing cleft lips and palates. He lives in Thrissur.
Coast, Cambay
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Dr NH Wadia
Monday, August 25, 2008
Dr NH Wadia is one of the first neurosurgeons in the country. He lives in Bombay.
Gavipuram
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Gangadhareeshwara Temple
Vanishing Sea
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Nights at Russel Market
Sunday, August 17, 2008
A Prayer
Friday, August 15, 2008
An inmate prays at the Home of Hope
Sharavathy Valley
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Listening to the orchestra of a rainy night in the Sharavathy Valley after a tiring trek...
The trek in the Valley:
Created with Admarket's flickrSLiDR.
Labels: Malnad, rain, Sharavathy
04.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
03.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
a temple on the hill
Monday, August 11, 2008
a temple on the hill
telling stories
as you sit beside
tales of ancient winds
and the darkest clouds
of kindness
born out of devotion
and of love
torn by civilization
of an odd child
who seeked a litte time
away from home.
a hill, a moment
Friday, August 8, 2008
skies turn gray and head my way
the waiting
puddles have dried
in the warmth of the hill
Portrait of a neighbour
Thursday, August 7, 2008
'Its a new place', she says, very different from the green valley that surrounds my home in Coorg. The tarmac ain't even but the street dogs are friendly and there are still vacant spaces for a game after school. I prefer to go dancing in the evening than take tuitions at Meera aunty's. But I join her later to talk to friends and finish my homework.
The streets feel deserted at night. The lights dont reach the ground because of the honge trees. There is always a strange feeling that something else existed here.
Labels: girl, neighbourhood, new, portrait
Unfamiliar 1.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
of trinkets lost
on dried river bed
a longing to fetch
but a fear of water
that has befriended the drizzle
a hazy outline of a ficus
mature and motherly
who promises to wait
until she returns.
Labels: river, tree, unfamiliar
Ulsoor morning
3 August 2008.
It was a morning of pleasant surprises at every turn as I lazily strolled through the narrow streets of Ulsoor wanting to feel lost. The thresholds were just washed and a few hurried rangolis drawn, the heavy teak doors left slightly ajar expecting the milkman perhaps, little noise except that of the radio and the sweet aromas of an early morning breakfast flooding the streets. Cramped in between well inhabited two storey narrow residential towers were homes that had seemed to have given up- the mud plaster had melted exposing the thin ancient bricks, tiles that no longer held symmetry, faded name plates of the past occupants and doors that were heavily chained to keep off the nosy passer-by.
Labels: morning, street, Ulsoor
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