i have a lot of opinions. i usually always have something or the other to say about the world around me, now whether i actually say it out loud or not, that’s a different story. and yet, as i now try, i am fumbling for words that will put me, on paper. i like to […]Read More a wreck in progress.
an answer, a figuring-out of sorts, for why i photograph the way i do.Read More “why?”
“The houses back home tell tales and quips and anecdotes in seconds, even if you are in a hurry, even if you don’t really want in on their stories…”Read More stories.
“…this blue of sadness is mighty, uncharted, turbulent, endless
and i am just a human
with a soggy paper heart”
“…outside, things are blue and breezy…”Read More shenanigans.
sugar doesn’t suture woundsRead More suturing 101.
“..in here, silence
latches onto our skin…”
“it’s a bitter, bitter pill”Read More why i avoid mirrors.
“but will you still
love me so, when…”
signs i should visit my grandma’s soon.Read More a beckoning.
this is what happens when you escape reality’s cruelty only to end up in uncertainty’s arms.Read More possibilities.