Past Jhalki on the NH 13 bound for Solapur, villagers wait roadside by a temple, likely for a bus that winds
through the countryside, past homesteads on farms that stretch to infinity, and
beyond.
The sky is overcast and a breeze
is about. The Bhima is a ten minute ride ahead where it flows by Vadakbal. Ah, the
Bhima, such a long journey. So many memories.
And it’s a morning I'd like to spend by a
window looking out at the world passing by, except I'm passing by a world looking on.
13 comments:
I like your observation of being at a window in passing. What wonderful things you see!
You find the neatest stories everywhere!
Wow! Passing a world looking on... A brand new perspective I am sure to recall when I am by the window on my next road trip...
I like this photo Anil and the way you describe it too. It makes me wonder who the people are and what they are waiting for, where they are going, what they are thinking about.
Sarah Laurence: Thank you. The world in passing, the world I'm passing :-)
Riot Kitty: Thank you.
Actually, the stories pounce on me from corners, so I've no choice but to give them some temporary permanence :-)
NRI Girl: Thank you. Next road trip . . . always sounds so inviting :-)
Daisy: Thank you.
I felt the same - wondered who they are, what might they be thinking.
I often wonder that too....who the folks in a pic are, what were they thinking, where do they live yada yada yada ! I guess we are all just about the same way curious and nosey as the other guy we pass along the street huh.
AP: do you have to ask for permission to click 'em. or do just go about doing it and nobody takes offense ? just wondering.
Beautifully written..wonderfully evocative!
Lovely last line.
Red: Curiosity keeps one alive to the surroundings :-)
Public spaces are open zones. It's a different story, an interesting one.
Meena Venkataraman: Thank you.
Austere: Thanks.
I would like to hear that story someday, sometime ...the interesting one :)
Red: Everything is interesting if one is interested :-)
What does a photographer do? He clicks, captures 1/60 th of a second of life and immortalizes it.
What I liked about the photo is its accidental (?) composition - the three in the foreground looking at different directions and beyond the wayside temple, a river in spate... In monochrome, the photo would be terrific...
"And it’s a morning I'd like to spend by a window looking out at the world passing by, except I'm passing by a world looking on." There are so many days when I feel exactly this. Beautifully stated.
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