Sunday, August 23, 2009

Nayi aankhein, purani duniya

The result of a heady excitement of a new camera, a course in photojournalism and an early morning shower.

The little drops from above patted the grass green, which gleamed in celebration,blade by blade.I watched from under the ledge, aware that i could be cleansed of my sins.But would it pollute the rains?However practicality stepped in.What remains is a corrupt moment and me.