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On The Way Back Home

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Shillong Recall

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July had been crazy, quiet and melancholic. I don’t wanna think much about how grievingly my Shillong trip ended but would still love to recall every beautiful thing. I had a lot to say yet ironically never had a post in July.

This is series inspired by the better half of the month, the nowness of an abstract stillness and memory hues. Everything before everything happened.


Few People Look At You. Few Don’t

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Shot at Chandni Chowk, a market that was once divided by canals to reflect moonlight. Now there are just too many people staring at you.


Signs From The Universe

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Aftermath of Holi

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This was my first Holi in Delhi and I chose not to step out of the house. People were throwing colours from one building to another, which was preceded by throwing water balloons since the past two days. We have a lot of children living in our colony, so that explains everything.

Holi, back home, in Imphal almost go on for a week. Locally termed as Yaosang, it is more or less like an occasion for hosting sports and cultural activities. Children would usually walk house to house collecting monetary donations or Nakadeng, dressed in colourful traditional attire. Young girls and boys  go for Thabal Chongba, (moonlit dance) which is descriptively a friendly way of meeting or checking out girls/boys from their locality.

I hope to go there someday.


Man and His Machine-III

IMG_9841Shot in Delhi, outside Dilli Haat, where he sells balloons everyday.


Things in Front

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