9.4.10

Seeing beyond the scene

Beautiful photographs makes my heart ache with longing. (Sometimes) my eyes begin to well up with tears and I begin to pine for some unknown thing. This onslaught of puberty like symptoms was recently (and thankfully) laid to rest when I discovered that, the pining is a result of the resigned acceptance of my inability to 'see' the way a photographer does.

My Ammachi's Hut

Last night I dreamt of my Ammachi's hut It was different from what I'd known it to be;  Bigger, with a few more rooms, And a backyar...