Photographs from my mom’s mango pickle
Have you ever wondered what a person you would be if you were named differently? Or if the words stood for something else? Yes yes…”A rose by any other name…
These few weeks i saw the sun… borrowed additional perspectives and searched for my missing Sunday mornings : (
… beginning with the light of course. Glass, reflections & breakfast times … And ceiling from the sofa’s neck Some sparkles & softness…. And even some raiding the fridge… …………….
Last week was full on fire, at breakneck speed, I rode, All but the silence of some sweet Monday mornings… Some pictures from the portfolio week… Everything good begins with…
After the setting back in schedules, & crowds here and obviously missing the oceans…my mind finds time now to wander again in another great ritual – the evening walks… :…
…one of the best things in life is the ability to sit on the balcony on floor, camera in hand clicking away, … whiling away time …the whole cityscape at your zoom…
Writing a new “about me”…as the year ends…Kanak Mishra Two names…one used, one unused. The used… name two meaning…both excellent good and evil in their own turns… Two states…both soul,…
