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.
An enthusiastic kid, my friends, a self portrait and a couple walking away.
This place comes somewhere on the road that goes to Cherrapunji from Shillong. It was as quiet as a cemetery and as beautiful as a dream. Then there were three of us and that somebody under the ground.