Shillong Recall
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.
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Few People Look At You. Few Don’t
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.
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Walk and Walk: Ziro Series #one
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.
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Perspectives
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.
Hoping to try out more perpective shots of the Baoli, the next time I go a bit early.
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Fog People
Shot at Shillong on a summer day. It was full of clouds and fog and very few people. Here are the photographs of the few people I came across.
An enthusiastic kid, my friends, a self portrait and a couple walking away.
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Why Did The Elephant Fall?
“This is Cherrapunji and this is where the elephant fell.”
“And my friend was still trying to figure out how did the elephant fall.”
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In a Beautiful Country Out There
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.
Nevermind, the expression! We all got a little over excited.
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Delhi: A Stack of Old Pile.
I came across few of my old photographs. 3 sweet years back, when I used to roam around with my mini digi cam in my pocket, following people whoever took me anywhere to.
Here is few of the vague and unvague memories of my Delhi visit. Mostly taken on the highway.
    Two running trucks. A tower. An empty toll booth. A few electric poles. A fountain man.      Â
Two Naked Children.
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