Seria
I am here for an assignment in my true art, photography. My pitiful attempts at writing stories have failed always, and so the job that puts money in my pocket remains my current occupation. Actual…...
14 Years Ago
The Wedding Photographer series
Following some level of confusion with my large audience of readers (all 3 or 4 of them), I guess I should make things a bit clearer with regards to my blog activities. I am trying to write a novel…...
14 Years Ago
Near the Railway station
I had a relative. Ram, I think his name was. No. No, it was Raju. After so many years, I don’t even remember his name properly, but I see his face in my mind’s eye. And his photographs. He was a p...
14 Years Ago
Ticket
Ticket I need to catch my train soon, so I can get to where I want to go. But there is one thing I need to do first. I must get a ticket. My town was racked by a series of bomb explosions a few yea…...
14 Years Ago
Jude
It was to a land of dark people he was sent, to cloth them in white robes. Fifty long years he had travelled, Jude, and today he was here. He walked along the sandy beach, where his small ship, a b…...
14 Years Ago
The Wedding Photographer
Raju lived in a thatched hut bordering a paddy field, behind a kallushaap (liquor shop). It was in this humble, darkly lit room that he worked and lived, developing negatives from his roll, peering…...
14 Years Ago
