Second last month of another year will be done soon. December knocks or not it has arrived. Many a times words feel weighty and probably this could be one thing for a writer which is nearly impossible to establish through his writing. A long Silence. Or the absence of presence. He may distract and not talk about a certain thing or may even carve out a poem. But silence is something that is personal to any breathing being.
This November was that silent noise for me. It came as it is going. Like life, like age. It is not I who feels older still but only while observing my parents. streaks of hair, dehydrated skin, puffed eyes. Things are certainly moving towards a direction.
It was a busy month. Filled with many memories that we as a family collected, and me in my own archival way. Away from expectations or even results. May be I have learnt the way of a writer. Yet still I am and will always be ‘in-practise’ an imagemaker first.
Sharing the times that were November.
First day of November saw me travelling to Jammu/Kashmir on a short trip via the newly popular Vande Bharat Express.
Looking outside the window of my Hotel-(Image 1)
Found one lonely horse finding anything to eat on a Jammu street. The mountain behind is the the gateway hill to the Vaishno Mata Shrine Katra City, Jammu.
Can we call it Plant-Life art?
For building blessings. On way to Udhampur, Jammu.
Jammu is also known as the City of Temples. On one recommendation went to visit one ashram of Baba Sridhar.
Ashram had two beautiful hexagonal shaped ponds behind me. I made videos of them. They had two big crabs of different colours. And other had fishes and a tortoise.
This amazing Travel Writer has been an inspiration for not his writing actually, i couldn’t read him much but the resolve he showed throughout his life for travels. At a time when India grappled with abject poverty and whatnot, Rahul Sankrityayan was travelling all over the world on foot writing, archiving, translating and experimenting with religion. By the time he left the world, he was a Marxist.
Volga To Ganga is his masterpiece to the world. Not an easy read but an important one for me.
Notice Board at School
A Sadhu reading a News Paper in Delhi
A Self Portrait on the last day of four year association with my Wrestling coach.
And the next night, I went to watch a film after 6 years(Dangal). I don’t go to cinema watching even often but this film called ‘Kantara‘, pulled me in. An absolute beauty. It was me and may be 8 more people in the hall. But it was like ‘less the better’.
Saw this face sitting well in Bal Bhawan, New Delhi
Our Bharat(India), it says, as the girl watches had an exhibition showcasing pottery, photographs, utensils and paintings from 1000 BC to the current times.
An image of a hut, children sitting in front and 50-80 year old pots kept as an ode to the old times.
The magic mirror room called for a Selfie on the Picnic Day.
After a long tiring day, School children and teachers sat for one last image in front of the newly placed Subhash Chandra Bose statue at the War Memorial, India Gate in New Delhi.
A walk in the Lodhi Garden. (Image 1)
A walk in the Lodhi Garden. (Image 2)
A walk in the Lodhi Garden. (Image 3)
A walk in the Lodhi Garden. (Image 4)
Sun setting behind an avalanche of human nests.
Its growing cold as December’s wintery breath has already started clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory. Hoping that the last month will see us walking through the dew in the morning grass, that it will bring joy and colours. And a promise for a peaceful, more stable future.
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