There is a rather comforting predictability to life when one spends half of it observing the grand, chaotic circus of human behaviour. Whether it is watching a stray cow contemplate the existential dread of crossing a mountain road at a hill station, or observing the peculiar habits of urban dwellers by the Arabian Sea, the
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There is something rather admirable about flowers. They get on with life without making a fuss. They do not hold meetings to discuss their future, worry about missed opportunities, or lie awake at 2am wondering why things have not gone according to plan. They just get on with the business of bloom. Human beings, unfortunately,
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There are days when the world seems to have misplaced its sense of direction, its spectacles, and possibly the instruction manual on how to find your way back to sanity. The outlook is gloomy, the weather is behaving like a disgruntled landlord, the to-do list is breeding overnight, and one begins to suspect that the
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There is a precise, quiet sort of madness in preferring the company of paper and ink to that of actual human beings. While normal people were out making small talk, exchanging pleasantries, and forming those mysterious bonds known as “friendships,” I was usually tucked away in some mossy corner, clutching a camera and a thoroughly
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