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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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All photography and text are copyright of the author unless otherwise specified.
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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7 comments:
Beautiful sentiment aptly expressed
Gorgeous photo as always - and deep text.
Anwesha: Thank you.
Riot Kitty: Thank you.
Speechless! The photograph is like a painting... or - a poem...one could look at it and...
Whose statue is it? Reminds me of Michelangelo's David...
Oh, it IS a copy of David! And you are referring to Oscar Wilde's Happy Prince! :-)
Profound.
great words for a very beautiful image
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