And we’ll see what it looked like
When the shards are put together.
There was a dream; there is a dream.
Glass facade of a building, Aurangabad, MH
I have seen out of so many windows
I don’t recognise one
When I see it from outside.
Window in a Traditional House, 24 December 2005, Vengurla, MH, India
So that we may never feel it,
Let it be there.
That which will soften it.
Rickshaw Spring, 29 April, 2013, Mumbai, MH, India
Clarity is not a given.
And only through chaos, after sifting, classifying, segregating, and allocating can there be clarity.
But it is never a given.
It will always have to be taken.
Evening Street Lights, 30 July 2012, Mumbai, MH, India
I must go and meet with danger there,
Or it will seek me in another place,
And find me worse provided.
Henry IV, 2.3.48-50, William Shakespeare
Staircase, 4 November 2007, South Bank, London, UK
One thread at a time
Together and with a lot of care.
We’ll weave a fabric of permanence.
Tangled Wires, 1 June, 2012, Nagothane, MH, India
What’s unsaid will remain so,
But in our mind,
the din will continue unabated.
Kitchen, 29 July 2007, London, United Kingdom
Sometimes I see your face
As if through reading glasses
And your smile, it seems softer than it was
~ Paul Simon, Proof, The Rhythm of the Saints
Bougainvillea in a Blur, 19 April 2012, Chiplun, MH, India
Let me rest awhile
Lay down this burden.
It has been a while.
Building Structure, 2 September 2010, Mumbai, MH, India