At the sea of bridges, water, waste, lights, houses, humans.
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.
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.
An enthusiastic kid, my friends, a self portrait and a couple walking away.
“And my friend was still trying to figure out how did the elephant fall.”
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.
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.
Two Naked Children.