356 days a sunset. 


What would you do,

on an evening,

when a dreary thought crosses your mind?

You see,

the homeward bound flocks

against the golden rust turning blue,

You feel,

everyone is in motion, but you.

There is a moment of plain stillness,

when the heavy air engulfs you whole,

and all you hear is white noise.

Would you,

breakaway and run, out in the world,

or hide, in the silhouettes of the twilight?

356 days a sunset, and again. 

When you start to,

question the very necessity of your existence,

gather meanings, from every action.

When you

think of your own failures,

and wonder, how the day has passed by,

without a single win.

Would you

put all your energy, in desperation,

to the last few hours of the day?


would you,

think of a fresh start,

with the warm rising sun?

How would you,

convince yourself?

when you are not convinced.

What would you do,

on an evening,

when the sun is down

and not a single star in sight.


The Red Sky

I took this picture one evening, from the balcony, of a place, I used to live in. It had been an average something day, I was immersed in my own thoughts, bringing in the wash that had been hung to dry. I looked up and saw this. I had never seen the sky like this.In awe, I dropped the clothes, ran back in and brought out my camera to capture this.

Ever since that day, I made it a point, to look up. Every evening, on returning to the place which had become home, I would rush out to the balcony and check out the sky.

That place, I realized, had a rather depressing view. From the second floor, I was stuck, looking at the tower. So on duller evenings, I would sit with my camera, look out for a bird or two, sometimes chat with the third floor neighbor’s baby or look at the plants in their balcony. They always had roses.

In an episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Ross tells Joey, that due to the lack of a sex life, he has been able to appreciate the finer things in life-such as the color of the sky. To which, Joey replies, “Sky is blue Ross and I had sex yesterday.” Secretly, I was searching for the red sky. It had been such a rare sight. On days like these, I knew that the sky was onto me.

Still, I kept going. I stopped expecting a red sky. I took what I got. If I was home in the evening and if the sky looked different, I took pictures of the same frame.

The sky did not look dramatically different everyday. Yet it wasn’t the same.

Strangely, at times, it was a reflection of my mood.

Sometimes, it just wanted me to make a hot cup of chai and sit down with my favorite book.

My affair with the evening sky went on and off through four years.

Sunshine, rain and rainbows have come and gone. The sky has remained a faithful companion to them and to me. It was time to go. I was looking for closure-one last glimpse of a red sky. Maybe orange was the new red. This was the last picture that I took. That was last summer. It’s been a late goodbye.

Photo Project : Bus Stop Seats

I seemed to have developed an immense liking for bus stops. This is my third bus/ bus stop related post! And I never even use this particular mode of transportation.

So bus stop seats. Why? Good question.

Sometimes in the evenings, I go for a walk. It usually involves me, music in my phone and a sidewalk, nearly a kilometer long. Sometimes my camera likes to tag along.

One particular evening, my camera wanted to try some long exposures. But the tripod was sick and didn’t want to venture out in the dark. So we found these empty bus stop seats, for support.
We were both happy with the photographs.

It was late, I decided to return home. Walking back, we reached another bus stop. It had different kind of seats. The camera wanted to click those.

You shouldn’t let your camera take over your head. Imagine the amount of weird stares I got from all those strangers at the traffic signal.

I finally decided to walk ahead. Again we crossed a bus stop. It had different seats too. My camera gave me a look that said, ‘Let’s click this bitch! We iz going to be rich!’

And so we did. That is when I decided to see if the other bus stop seats on the same stretch of road were different too.

Thus began project bus stop seats!

I began taking my camera along for walks every day. After long patience-requiring waits, I finally managed to click the most crowded bus stops, crowd-less.

Ironically, the most crowded bus stop on this street had no seats! .

Regular people from the street, like vegetable vendors, stuffed animal sellers, auto-wallas and fellow evening walkers were now accustomed to me and my camera. The weird stares had now reduced. Even I had begun to notice these people more. A kid, who sold vegetables on the street,t usually wore a checkered green shirt. His mother had beautiful long hair, always neatly braided into a thick plat. As the weeks progressed into the summer, the guy with a sugarcane juice cart had propped up with his family.

These commuters, apparently, did not care that I had my camera pointed at their backs, while they waited for their bus.

This bus stop is significant. It means that I ‘ve reached home. Again no seats.
A week after clicking this, I found out this place to be completely dug up by the corporation guys.

It was now inhabited by the dog mafia. If they formed a political party and decided to stand for the current elections and rule the humans of the earth, they’d have my vote.

I did not know where to stop. So I let my feet decide.

It was my camera’s idea to include my shadow in the picture. He can be brilliant at times!

I have been doing this, almost for a month now! What have you been up to guys?
Cheers 🙂


IMG_6090Singapore was awesome!

I love this picture of the Chinese Thian Hock Keng Temple. The picture shows both old and new elements.

Calm, quiet and people-less, this temple was a very interesting place to visit.

There are two deities in this temple, whom I refer to as, the Cigarette Gods. For reasons I do not know, people put out cigarettes as offerings to them. Anyone willing to shed some light over this?

Walking down the street, I found this man, peacefully waiting for a parked car, obstructing his view, to move, so that he could resume painting.

Colorful painted shutters cheered up the street, even on a grey overcast day.

These guys clomped all around the town, to welcome the Chinese New Year- the year of the horse.

From Chinatown, to Arab street, it felt like I had flown away to a different country.

Found a Mediterranean cafe. It served only vegetarian food. It did not serve alcohol. Life was good.

On our way back, we were lost for a little while and when we were found, we were met with this view.

I hopped on the HiPPO and explored the city.

Armed with my camera backpack, a small sling bag, water bottles and multiple maps and guide pamphlets, I was the image of a clichéd tourist! And boy was I loving it!

Maybe you can touch a cloud from the top of the Singapore flyer…

Orchid Gardens turned out to be a wonderful escape from the tall skylines.

Take some time & smell the flowers.

A visit to the Jurong Bird Park and the night was an adventure.

Met dear ‘ol Hedwig, bleary eyed and magnificent as ever.

The (disputable) southernmost point of continental Asia.

Walking on Siloso beach…

The butterfly park, was, some kind of a magical land to be at.

A little street shopping therapy at Bugis Street. 🙂

Strange food things..

Of being scared in Singapore

I could not believe my luck. After four overcast rainy days, here was sunshine and I decided to head over toSentosa.

Soon the pleasant morning sunshine had turned into a horrifying heat and I started looking for Air Conditioned attractions on the Island. One of them was- Images of Singapore. Now TripAdvisor promised, this museum to be, a wonderful cultural experience. I entered.

At the beginning, there was a small show about the Four Winds Trading Company.

Significant moments in the history of Singapore were depicted beautifully.

The museum had designed some simple yet intricate scenes like these living quarters of Chinese immigrant workers.

While I was looking at these Chinese letter-writers, a family of four was walking around nearby. The father was trying to make his older girl understand the diverse cultures of Singapore. The girl, obviously disinterested, kept prancing around and saying, “I am bored. Can we go now?”. Her father brought her next to me, to look at the letter writers, and while he looked at them with awe, she commented, “Whoa! They are sooo creepy Dad.”

I sighed, and walked away from the kid who didn’t appreciate art.

The next room seemed to be more colorful. I heard a tour guide, explaining wedding customs from different cultures, in Singapore, to a group of tourists.

I realized, that it was an Indian family and they had started describing Indian traditions to the tour guide, as they approached the Indian wedding scene. I smiled and took a detour to a smaller room. When I re entered the wedding scenes, I noticed some music playing, which I hadn’t earlier because of their loud laughter. It felt peaceful.

I suddenly looked at the watch and heard my stomach rumble in hunger. In search of a way out, I climbed up a flight of stairs. It was a nursery with fake Japanese babies. I climbed the stairs back down.

Now I had reached a place, which held scenes from celebrations of different festivals. Lights of different shapes, sizes and colors kept blinking at me. I kept walking, in search of a door. The Indian family was now nowhere to be seen and neither was the smaller family of four.

To my right was this. I kept thinking, man the kid was right! This is downright creepy.

And next came this. The music had changed. The flames of the coals glowered. I was all alone, with freaky figures pretending to be humans.

If there was a time to get scared to the bones, this was it.

I madly looked around, for some human voice, for some kind of help. I had to escape. I kept walking through the same hallways, in vain. I saw a red sign, that read ‘Fire Exit- For emergencies only’. There was a door below it. I ran up to the exit. I pulled the handle and stepped out into broad daylight.

The Sun, whom I had been essentially hiding from, greeted me warmly.

My Singapore Story

These days, most of my sentences begin with, “When I was in Singapore,….” 🙂 and so that is how I decided to begin my blog post. I went to SG for for a 10 day long vacation and began the new year in a different country! It was my first trip abroad as an adult and it was my first trip abroad alone. It was a long journey- from a folder, on my laptop, called ‘Visa Documents’, to another folder, called ‘Singapore Photos’!

So beware! For now I begin spamming you guys with stories and pictures of my trip! 😀
Welcome to the City of the Merlion, the Island guarded by the mighty Lion, the fishing village of Temasek!
I find mythical creatures rather fascinating. They make us keep an open mind for all kind of possibilities.
When you climb all the way up (in an elevator) to the 37 meters tall Merlion’s head, you get to see this spectacular view.
This tallest observatory in Singapore, the revolving Tiger Tower, located at Sentosa Island, along with this gigantic replica of the Merlion offers a full panoramic view of the Island!

I could go on endlessly about Merfolk or how friendly the Singaporeans are but I think I ll stop for now. What happened on wordpress while I was on vacation? How did you start your new year? Did I miss an awesome post that you wrote? Feel free to send me a link 🙂