Jamming It Out On The Pavement

Misty Morning Drive

 

When You Are Old

"When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

           And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

         Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep" - WB Yeats

Paragliding Blues

 

You Are Never Too Old To Ride

Different Shades Of Pale

Men at work at one of the myriad bylanes of Chandni Chowk in Delhi

 

Blues In Black & White

Beijing Musings

Corona Time Musings

I light a cigarette

And stare at the empty openness

From the tiny balcony

Unable to offer a visible smile

In the children's park

The fallen leaves dance with the breeze

The stray pups play, undisturbed

We’re learning what to do

Smoke from my cigarette vanishes

In the intense isolation

The guards stand exposed and helpless

The battle, however, is only beginning

When Your Mobile Network Goes For A Toss