SR Snapshots #12: Backpacking in Nepal is a serendipity in itself. I met this little guy during a backpacking expedition in Pokhara.
“Do you know what I am doing bhaiya? I am trying to break the hula-hoop world record!” Continue reading SlowRover Snapshots #12
While exploring the Hemis monastery, I ran into this young man. Instantly, my hands whipped out my camera, thinking about how good his red robes would look against the white. But he shook his face in anger and turned away. But as I stowed away my camera, he beckoned. He simply took the chocolate I held in my other hand and asked me to proceed with the photo.
On a bus ride from Manali to Chandigarh, as usual I was trying to capture the countryside which stretched and yawned outside my window. That’s when I realised that this young lady had been trying to catch my eye for a while, hoping to get clicked. Nowadays, I don’t just stare out of the window. Continue reading SlowRover Snapshots #9
Title: After the Petrichor
Location: New Delhi, India
Clicked on a lazy Sunday morning. Reading a book while witnessing the spectacle of a passing monsoon is heavenly! Continue reading SlowRover Snapshots #8
While backpacking in the Bhagsunag area of Mcleod Ganj, India, this stringed-instrument (Sarangi) player caught my eye. Dressed in a traditional Rajasthani attire, he played the tunes of god, while I sat there listening with rapt attention. Continue reading SlowRover Snapshots #6
Starting tomorrow, 10th of August, SlowRover will publish a series of awesome one-off photographs from our travels. These snapshots will be accompanied by a small fact sheet that will reveal more details about the respective shots! Continue reading Introducing: SlowRover Snapshots
Nothing except the smell of the monsoon rains, right before they lashed onto the verandah. Me, the solitary crawler, both enchanted and perplexed by a sudden downpour, would rush indoors to the safety of my mother’s lap. Such memories are vague, rather loosely etched on my mind. But the smell of the rains, the Petrichor, is something I can never forget.
I suspect that the ravishingly beautiful Petrichor is hard-coded deep into the minds of every human being. It is passed onto an individual through an infinite chain of forefathers. Or maybe it is simply a gift from heaven. After all that’s where the rains come from!