Curtorim, Goa. 2011.
In time, the seemingly disparate
Will bond over a shared fate,
Even if they once came into the world
On the promise of separate destinies.
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About Me
- Anil P
- At the turn of the century I returned to Bombay from Goa, not an easy decision to make. A software company let me in, then another, then yet another. Time ran past. This time around I was wise enough not to give chase. So occasionally I take my camera along, searching for corners, finding them where none exist. And some of them are painted blue.
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Street Travelogues
- Meandering Among Ruins And Memories In Bijapur
- To Qurban Ali's in Masjid
- Laburnum Road
- Leaves of Life
- Prayer Time At Delhi’s Jama Masjid
- Black, Yellow, and Shades of White
- Premier Padmini, The Workhorse
- Sugarcane in the Summer
- A Sugarcane Morning in North Karnataka
- At Mount Mary Church in Bandra
- Paan Melodies
- A Feni Consultant in the Jungle
Festival Travelogues
Destination Travelogues
Railway Travelogues
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36 comments:
Wow... such beautiful words..
Whose may I ask?
Lovely tranquil words and image.
Lovely image and words!
Meena Venkataraman: Thank you. My own words.
Lucy: Thank you.
Marja-Leena: Thank you.
So beautiful.
Moving words! :)
beautiful write.
so much depth and meaning in those words
Nice!
I've been reading your blog for 2 hours now :) Wow! May I please add you to my blogroll?
And of course, hope the journey continues.
love the words, and the image! Fits perfectly!
There's something about the Red post box - whenever one sees it now, it reminds one of times that are past - but it seems to mind not, it just hangs there, also in a remote village, sometimes on a tree, sometimes by the side of a sun-filled verandah, just hangs by a nail and you know it's ALWAYS been there.
Paris Parfait: Thank you.
Nightflier: Thank you.
Rajlakshmi: Thank you.
Riot Kitty: Thanks.
Cuckoo: It's a pleasure to learn you're enjoying reading the posts here. Sure you can add to the roll. Thank you.
Upasna: Thank you. The house was on the roadside.
Indian Bazaars: Absolutely. Now the postbox awaits letters that must be infrequent, possibly none at all, just as the door awaits footsteps to ring in through the entrance.
Both sharing the same fate - waiting, a result of both facing disuse from having outlived their times, for possibly different reasons.
That's a
beautiful poem...and above all i loved the foto
beautiful pictures....
beautiful prose...and the picture too
That is a beautiful photograph and the words fit perfectly.
Hi Anil. What a lovely photo, and word.
I enjoyed the earlier posts as well, especially the description of the jodphur heat. Hope the fund raising for the street-dogs NGO went well!
Jon: Thank you.
Kty: Thank you.
Anan: Thank you.
Lynn: Thanks.
Karen: Thank you.
The fund raising for WSD eventually generated a cumulative total of Rs. 56,240 (approx. $ 1,115). While it was way below what was targetted, still I hope it'll go some way in helping them with their efforts.
Beautiful, profound lines. The pic is an absolute classic. :)
Anil... you know, i may have to cross post this to my blog! i can soo soo understand the line "bonding over a share fate".
What are you waiting for?
Beautiful words to go with a thought provoking shot :)
Ajay: Thank you.
Ms.N: Sure, go ahead and cross post.
For nothing in particular, actually, or maybe there is :-)
Here, it's the abandoned post box waiting for a letter, and a seemingly abandoned door waiting for someone to open it :-)
Dialoguewithyou: Thank you.
Anil,
I simply loved the picture and the words, especially the sun falling on the postbox...and your words have increased my heart-ache for not having received even one hand written mail ...!!
Ah you got a beautiful blog here..beautiful snaps..I will come back and read all of them..Thanks for dropping at my world..
Very nice picture
Justaroundme: Thank you. The post box will evoke many a memory now that email has more or less ended its utility!
Maybe letter writing as in before will return someday soon.
Weourlife: Thank you. That'd indeed be a pleasure.
A: Thank you.
For some inexplicable reason, I really loved this photograph. Even in the simplicity, there is this air...of something enchanting behind those closed doors.
and your words are truly beautiful, anil sir, they add so much meaning and charm to an already wonderful picture! :)
great!
ok... :) i was wondering if it was also a reflection of your personal state...hope whatever it is, (if there is a "it"), comes through.
Waiting is always the hardest part.
Lakshmi Bharadwaj: Thank you. Fallen in Disuse can be a powerful image, for it can evoke the myriad when it is relatable to contexts, personal or otherwise.
Ms.N: Everything is a metaphor for everything else :-)
I agree. Waiting is the hardest when there uncertainity. It introduces a dilemma into leave and live, and living without leaving.
the words added more beauty to the picture. I must say, sometimes a picture doesn't speak a thousand words.
Arunima: Thank you. I feel a combination of words and picture will sometimes speak best.
this is so awwwhhhh
simple yet profound. as always.
Blommer22: Thank you.
Pall Sin: Thank you.
Good one...amazing light you caught in the picture.
Poonam: Thank you.
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