The other day I had gone to Gokuldham the place where I still
feel I belong and I went to the temple over there after almost seven years. I didn’t
wanted to take pictures of it from inside because I had actually forgotten
about clicking pictures. The very temple I had spent most of my Sundays running
around and looking in marvel at people chanting, playing hide and seek with my
cousins and getting tired and falling off to sleep on the marbel floors. It was
funny when I realized now I reach the height to ring the bell of the temple on
my own. Everything felt just the same. In this picture sadly so many
tall buildings have come up, there is so much of traffic and the once upon a
time quite neighborhood had lost its charm. The building far off between the two towers used to
be the tallest in Mumbai and now it’s hidden. Stories of it being haunted were all that I heard and believed when I was a kid. Funny as it may be my first
boyfriend used to live in the same building I was super scared of. Its always lovely to just sit on this terrace of my friend's building and spend most of the time just talking singing and remembering our school days
In my first house I used to chip of paint and draw in the
little boxes with frame of the colorful wall, the most favorite of my creation
was that on the mumma and baby earthworm. I still remember my mom used to
always look at my drawings with or without me knowing. When she saw the drawing
of the earthworms she laughed,she hugged and kissed me and said such nice
imagination you have. My mom and I every afternoon during our nap time used to
try to find patterns in the chipped of paint and I used to fall asleep dreaming
about the patterns. When we left that house I asked my mom can I take the
earthworms with me? for few hours I sat and tried to carve it out but I couldn’t manage to get it out.
In every house since the time I have moved out of the old place I make sure I draw it again on
the first chipped wall I find. This one is drawn in the present house.
This picture taken at a friends house, reminds me of my 2nd house where my
dad had bought this small showcase in which we used to keep everything precious
to us mostly it used to be small marble or stone ducks, my dad used to call my
mom a duck. And where ever he used to find a duck show piece he used to buy it.
Sadly the Showcase broke while shifting, and also few of the ducks.
1 comment:
Srishti:
What's that bit of a dish antenna doing there at the bottom of the frame? Intended? I liked the second photo the most for the framing of the content. The third photo is just plain lazy. How do you visually convey preciousness? You clearly write much better than you take photographs. So we need to work on that now.
- Ajay
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