the holy waters of gorai

people worship all kinds of gods and think a quaint river or creek as a holy garbage bin. when, oh, when will these guys really learn to keep it clean. i've seen people throwing anything and everything in plastic bags into the gorai creek. it's a pity and a shame.

it's still rising...our own mount gorai

epiphany in bombay

a day in the life of...bombay

to eternity

I took her by the hand gently. A decade later it felt the same. The music of her voice felt equally melodious. The childish laughter filled the same space in my heart.

Years have gone by. Years of painful separation. Every moment of togetherness washed away by little drops of solitary tears. And then she comes again with a flash, filling me up with her sunshine smile. Giggling and dancing like ever before. Dream...Reality, I welcome your friendship as long as you bring her back to me.