Ziro is known to be one of the oldest towns in Arunachal Pradesh, which is also the home for the Apatani people. Besides the mountains, rice farms and orchards, Arunachal has an ample number of helipads. This is one of them.
My friend says this is probably the only helipad in Ziro, which I guess is true and which is why the helipad usually becomes a football ground for most of the kids out there. Then with preferences, the football field would also temporarily turn into a cycling track or a grazing field for a lonely cow.
We preferred strolling and looking at the mountains.
Well, this Diwali, we decided to walk on the streets of the city and watch the fireworks. Fun.
It somewhat turned out to be a good idea. We almost got hit by a rocket. Missed me by few inches. Fun.
[Incase you are wondering what Diwali is, check here. Incase you already know, I hope that I put up more photographs later. Soon. Fun.]
Besides, wishing all, Happy Fireworks.
Went home this summer and I found some of my old possessions.
(It lost one of its wings in an attempt to fly)
(The phone is still working. This is where you reach me when I am home.)
(Because the trash box was always full.)
(Because Charlie bit his foot.)
(Because the fingers grew out of his head.)
Baoli is a term for stepwell in hindi. The one I shot here is locally popular as ‘Agrasen ki Baoli‘ in Delhi. We went once and were late. I could just take around 30 photographs in abrupt 15 minutes with the security guards on the trail.
And with the few photographs I could manage to take, here is my first try at multi-perspective collage.
[In Inverted Colours]
Shot in Hauz Khas Village. Spray Painted letters on the gate.