Seduction - Act II Scene ii

...And the type writer was bare and broken!

After that ?

I could see him, looking at her, from the corner of the stretched room with a view : 

"Loneliness is often so tidy and neatly arranged in a relationship that any other sound of foot steps, seems like a giant bear eating the swimming salmons, trying to escape ..."

Dhobi Ghat - Sunflowers.

I don't think there's anything on this planet that more trumpets life that the sunflower. For me that's because of the reason behind its name.Not because it looks like the sun but because it follows the sun.

During the course of the day, the head tracks the journey of the sun across the sky and help the metaphorphosis coming true.

A metamorphosis of a young washerman becoming a Sunflower! 

Dhobi Ghat - The Wandering Souls

"What are you seeing? Are you able to see our wandering selves out there in the cold blue water, floating like pieces of meteors, within the canvas of our universe? Yes our Universe! 

That Universe where you have left us all alone, cold and frozen, unattended and soiled. And like an unknown sapling we wake up to find us floating. Floating deep, between the chambers of births and deaths. We could feel ourselves half asleep. We could hear the sounds of another world, hidden between the crevices of darkness and light. 

Under the faint light of awakening, could hear you reading out from the Book of Hades. Were you reading or chanting? Chanting a Hymn to awaken the spirit of the Underworld? The whiteness of our living was unsure until we are here. Here, where we are exiled. 

Peculiarly couldn't ask, whether this exile was meant to die or to wake up after we were dead! 


Now, as we are lying without a body, we are no more entwined to the destiny of lives you have gifted us once. Our Souls spread over the planet and leave no mountain unclimbed, no valley undiscovered, no sea unsailed, ventured even into an inner sanctum.

Maybe a Sanctuary! 

Our Souls mingle and leave no relationship unattempted, no emotion unfelt, no pleasure and pain unexplored. Our Souls plunge into their minds and leave no tale untold, no image unpainted, no melody unheard.

For the first time in our entire dissipated and borrowed life, our Souls transcend their fantasies and leave no idea unthought, no natural law undescribed, no wisdom undefined. 
And even pass over the thinkeable and witness ineffable realms of other worlds and their inhabitants. 

Curiously, without any idea of what we are, we have become the embodiment of the purpose of existence.” 

A Photographer's Mind - Stillness of a Time

"You’ve mentioned a couple of times that Italo Calvino is one of your most beloved writers. In The Adventure of a Photographer, the main character says that ‘in order to really live, you must photograph as much as you can… you must either live in the most photographable way possible, or else consider photographable every moment of your life. The first course leads to stupidity, the second to madness’. Do you think photography is inherently futile?"

Dayanita Singh - That’s a beautiful quote, but I think it only makes sense if you think of photography as an end in itself. But if you’re not interested in photography as pure documentation, it frees you to do so much more. My work, Time Measures, is titled after the name of one of Sebald’s poems.

I photographed these bundles of documents wrapped in fabric that I found in an archive in India. The viewer never finds out what the documents are or what they look like, and I never did unwrap them either.Does this then mean that the photographs are pointless?

Whenever people ask me how to become a good photographer, I tell them to read, jump into the world of literature. I hand them a copy of Austerlitz by Sebald, and tell them to come back to me when they’re done with it. Nobody ever comes back to me because that’s not the kind of photography they want to do.

They’re interested in instant gratification, going around with their big cameras, snapping photographs quickly without thinking. Can we raise the bar higher?

- An excerpt from an interview of famed Photographer Dayanita Singh with Apollo Magazine.

Hungry Tides - Memories of an unforgettable land.

How had it happened that when choosing the men and women who were to be torn from this subjugated plain, the hand of destiny had stayed so far inland, away from the busy coastlines, to alight on the people who were, of all, the most stubbornly rooted in the silt of the Ganga, in a soil that had to be sown with suffering to yield its crop of story and song ? 

It was as if fate had thrust its fist through the living flesh of the land in order to tear away a piece of its stricken heart .

- Amitav Ghosh, Sea of Poppies (Ibis Trilogy, #1)