Tuesday, 30 July 2013

She was calmness in motion that starkly stood out amidst the static cacophony of chaos.

Monday, 20 May 2013

Istanbul was so full of pattern, repetition, the repetition forming patterns and the patterns being repeated - the city was like a chant - a motif, a syllable that repeats itself, and then seeps in, when it does, it creates a new meaning within - entirely different from the individual units, the fragments start to become a whole, the whole is what makes it beautiful, majestic - but then the individual units reveal the intricacy, brimming with meaning and depth to aggregate into the beautiful-ful-ness. Such was the glory of the lovely city

Wednesday, 24 April 2013

Sunday, 30 December 2012

Thursday, 6 December 2012

The super-interesting, intriguing, amazingly proportionate niche at the museum in Nisargadhama near Kushalnagar in Coorg