where i call home

...............I guess i'll always be searching.

I've always felt that the more i run away, the closer i feel to home.

dry

the new world is dry....

if not seemingly innocuous

we all are....

if not existentially challenged

forest fire???? deforrestation... city style

potted

bombay bin

                                         

                                             

               

yummies... kashmiri wazwan.... mini version

postcards from the past

   

kashmir !!!

 

bitter sweet

here's the thing about going away...it comes down to the last day and all i can think about is not going back home.

It's been 5 days since i've been back and i'm not settling in. Old things to me now seem new and unwelcome. I feel fragile if not vulnerable and everything around me seems to make me want to run away. Everything in the city equates to obnoxious and negative.

hanging 'em out to dry... some of the pretty ones

left of the middle

slipper me silly

shades

face lift

tabbed

read between the lines

happy?

I hate birthdays...

they make me emotional and cringy

they remind me of how much time i've wasted

and the never ending struggle for control

ville orange

cruise for a snooze



diwal!