It’s surprising how train journeys closely mimic the cycle of life. We meet people, make friends, only to let them go and find new ones- thereby knitting an endless chain of emotions- only to be felt but never to be broken. But again, what is life, but a collection of such journeys.
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!
SlowRover Snapshots #5
Title : Sound of the Rain
Location: Delhi, India
Clicked during the onset of the Monsoon of 2015. When the smell of petrichor lit up the senses of all living things alike.
I don’t remember my childhood. 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 smellContinue reading “Petrichor- The Smell of Childhood”