9 Lessons In Colour
I visited Greece and Turkey in 2008. Every moment was a lesson. Colour was a big part of it all.
Cityscapes, city sights, urban communities, metropolis life, city dweller identity, focussed on Mumbai with an occasional mention of Delhi, Bangalore and other cities I’ve been in.
I visited Greece and Turkey in 2008. Every moment was a lesson. Colour was a big part of it all.
People are stories, works in progress Politics of affection and sexual congress But a face is a fullstop, brackets even I picture your face when I’m grieving The ‘I don’t care’ writ large and wide Autographing what’s breaking me inside Happy face, loveface all forgotten Fullstop points to all that…
I left work late but determined to use the remaining hours. The back of the cab was silent. I got to my to-call list, hitting deadends. I paused for those rare seconds in a Mumbai day when one thinks of absolutely nothing. Then I realised I was flying. Riding flyovers…
I feel like a character in someone else’s coming of age story. The kind about a young man discovering life, love and that, contrary to what his mama said, the universe does not revolve around him. I’m Sunday morning breakfast in a social calendar filled with boozy Saturday nights &…
This picture was shot in January 2020. I had no idea that the what the years ahead would bring.
If you are reading this, you are very likely to survive everything that’s going on. My privilege is an epiphany that’s helping me cope.
There is a rage in cities that disturbs me. But there is room in a garden for the delicate blooms, sturdy shrubs, pungent herbs & resilient weeds.
All of you homesick for the sickness of love, hating yourself for thinking of an ex, propping yourself on memories of a relationship, wondering if healing will ever be clean. It won’t. It can still be beautiful. Includes a podcast performance.
Postcards to #StorySeekers with love from @AlphabetSambar
I went looking for sunrises years ago. What I found instead was so much beauty and joy in the mayhem.