Where the day flows



Who can say where the road goes
Where the day flows, only time
And who can say if your love grows
As your heart chose, only time

Only Time by Enya

A rather old photograph – 2, or perhaps, even 3 years – taken while riding a rickshaw somewhere in North Campus, Delhi University. I don’t remember much from the day, but I do remember that reaching college was a mammoth task for it rained cats and dogs and horses and elephants.

Photograph taken with an old Nokia cellphone.


When it rained

It’s been raining on and off in Delhi and I’ve been somewhat scared of taking the camera out and being caught in a downpour. I don’t trust bags and covers to keep my baby safe. Not yet atleast. Maybe I’ll learn to take chances by and by.

Last time it rained, Arts Faculty at Delhi University (otherwise known as the place where I go to waste my time and my parents’ money) ¬†transformed into a haven: the kind Romantics would write odes about.

Here are some pictures I clicked with my Nokia E5.