The TICKING phenomenon

Past can be blur, Past can be dark
Past might haunt you and might tear the mask.
Every tic of the hand, freezes an irrevocable moment
Hence drown the dark past with the bright present.

LIGHT CONDITIONS: Natural day light.

The ever distracted ME

FOOTNOTE: This is an attempt at self-portraiture. My world is vast. But its all restricted to art. This picture speaks about the culturally rooted girl that I am and yet my eyes see beyond any thresholds. I owe it all to my camera.

Tireless HOPE

My world was vast...I was happily swinging in it

My world was simple...I was happily scratching my butt

Then you happened.

and I saw the dead end.

As I squeal tirelessly, I find fingers at me and that amusing smile

Now I am tired...all I do now is sit and hope all the while...

I SEE in the darkness

Deep within the darkness in you, keep your vision bright and clear.

LIGHT CONDITIONS: Nokia E 63 Mobile torch light.

A womb OUTSIDE a womb.

I find infinite peace now...I will soon lose it...

I will end up spending a whole life trying to claim it back...

So let me sleep for some more time...

Let me be one with peace. 

FOOTNOTE: This is a picture of my cousin sister's second son Anirudh. He is just 20 days old. I went to visit her and cuddle him for merely 2 hours. Unfortunately he was sound asleep and he seemed to be too much in peace to be woken up! What attracted me to this composition before clicking the picture was that, the fabric in which he was being rocked resembled the 'womb' in flesh, color and coziness. It recreated the real image of him inside my sister's womb! Hence I came up with such a caption. 

LIGHT CONDITION: Diffused sunlight filtering through the curtains of the bedroom and further through the fabric.