going bananas over oranges

These days, I find myself seeing orange everywhere. The color just seems to pop at me from everywhere, screaming adventure and happiness and confidence.

So it’s no surprise I went bananas over the latest photo challenge.

That’s our letterbox.

An old Contessa I clicked in Pondicherry

a rusted water meter box in my building

Btw, last year I was in love with green, and the year before that, my life was all about purples. Does that ever happen to you? Do you suddenly rediscover a new color and go crazy about it? What’s your favorite color? Do you believe in color therapy?

of mad angles

Only my Indian friends would’ve understood that joke, but never mind.

This post is in response to a photography challenge that asked photographers what “angular” means to them. Here’s my interpretation. I hope you like it!

These pics are from one of the seven lakes in Sattal.

What does angular mean to you?

of stupefication and stupefixation

You know how uneasy I was yesterday about how I had been feeling since mister left? Someone at work told me today that these feelings are a bit like a fever. You obviously don’t like it but it’s like your body is trying to fight an infection – so it’s basically a good thing because the only way to get better is to stay sick.

Holy Frankenfuck!

I was stupefied at how silly she sounded and how much she rambled, but I think her basic point was that I should just suck it up coz life isn’t really fair and to whine about your own whining is, well, retarded and pointless.

So I decided to just whine when I feel like it and not beat myself up about it. And then I decided to take up a new fixxation – something I can completely immerse myself in while I can’t indulge in my original obsession.

I have been toying with the idea of taking up Samba lessons for a while now, but no dance school in Delhi teaches it. (Why the fuck not?) Did I tell you that dance is my favorite art form?

Photography is a close second and an obvious intuitive choice.

(Okay, there might have been a nudge or two from Michelle and Indian Girl in that direction, but in my defense I bought the camera first!)

Anyway, enough said. I clicked these pics today. They’re nothing like the amazing stuff Michelle does with her camera, but I hope you like them!

Meet Sugar. She’s a crossbred. Mister adopted her six years ago. Btw, I hate it when people buy fancy high-bred dogs. Why not give these strays a home?

My bookshelf. Okay one of the shelves on one of my bookshelves. See anything you’ve read?

What does it look like? It’s just a candle!

A flower in the temple. In case you didn’t know, Indians usually have a small temple inside their homes where they house deities. Also, FYI – I am not an idol worshipper. Mom is!

Flowers in our balcony. At this point I had learned to play with the focus. Doesn’t the other flower look like it’s a mirror image?

The same flower captured at night. Like an hour ago! Quick Tip: IST = UTC + 5.5 hours

As you can probably tell, I have (ab)used a DSLR before, but since I can’t focus with my mind, I shall learn to do it with a camera!

of blue nights

 

I have some two pictures to share with you today, both taken at night. I hope you like them!

This picture was taken in Udaipur, the city of lakes. It was late in the night, and my ex-husband and I were trying to find some place to eat. We starved that night.

“The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.” ― Murakami

This one is from Pushkar. You see two temples – Savitri temple at the peak of the mountain, and the Brahma temple at the foot. Mister and I were on a vacation earlier this year, and hung out a lot at Laura’s cafe. This pic was taken from their rooftop.

“The sky is already purple; the first few stars have appeared, suddenly, as if someone had thrown a handful of silver across the edge of the world.” ― Alice Hoffman

 

Post written in response to: What nocturnal photos do you like taking?

of endurance

Show us what endurance means to you.

Fifteen non-stop hours of a back-breaking, bike-breaking journey from Manali to Delhi.

If this is not endurance, I don’t know what is.