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something barely remembered

Post-dinner walk in JNU with a lonely flute player.
 
Amit/Nandini
Ad-block,JNU
New Delhi
Waiting for Mangsho and Maach
 
Nandini
Bijoli Grill, Delhi Haat
New Delhi
My bare essentials and their solitude
 
My old quarters at Papa's Old House
President's Estate
New Delhi
Is it right to be watching strangers in a play
in this strangest of theatres?
What childishness is it that while there's a breath of life
in our bodies, we are determined to rush
to see the sun the other way around?
The tiniest green hummingbird in the world?
To stare at some inexplicable old stonework,
inexplicable and impenetrable,
at any view,
instangly seen and always, always delightful?
Oh, must we dream our dreams
and have them, too?
And have we room
for one more folded sunset, still quite warm?

- Elizabeth Bishop/Questions of Travel
 
Banswara village 
Rajasthan
The morning afters by the jhoola
 
Anindita/Nandini 
Khirki House
New Delhi
Dil khush tha us din
khamakha.
 
The Kund at Surajkund
Delhi 
Ittefaakon mein. Lakhon mein. 
 
Tughlak's Fort
New Delhi
 
I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.

- Anaïs Nin
 
Mamu's dhaba, JNU
New Delhi
There is a point in a person’s life, when your heart changes- when it breaks for the first time. It feels like it changes shape. Changes color. You don’t mean to let it happen. But it does. And your old heart stays hidden and veiled and never goes back to the way it used to be.
 
- Three Veils 
Memories
New Delhi
Of melodies and grains of melodiousness on my bedside
 
Mummy's A.V. Nagar House
New Delhi
That fleeting moment of balance and clarity
 
Meer Ghat
Banaras
U.P
I could not persuade her that a place does not merely exist, that it has to be invented in one's imagination.
 
 —Amitav Ghosh, The Shadow Lines
 
Kumirmari Island, Sunderbans
West Bengal
Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.
― Mark Twain
 
Khirki House
New Delhi
Spotting hearts. 
 
Pizza Hut, Vasant Vihar
New Delhi
The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all.
 
 
Khirki
New Delhi
 
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore- And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sigar over- like a syrup sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
 
 
Rashee
Khirki
New Delhi
Main kya jiya,
Mujhko jeevan je jiya
Boon boond kar piya
Peekar, path par khali kar chor diya.
 
     ~
 
I did not live
Life lived me.
Drained me drop by drop
Left me empty on the road.
 
- Suraj ka Satava Ghoda by Dharamvir Bharti
 
Kochi
Kerala
I'm the light of no one's eye,
The rest of no one's heart am I.
That which can be of use to none.
~Just a handful of dust am I
 
- Twilight in Delhi
 
Jumma Masjid
Dilli 6
We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.
- Fight Club
 
JNU
New Delhi
 
If I jump, will I survive ?
 
Viki
JNU
New Delhi
 
 
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