Smiles...

Innocense

Innocense

My friend's niece Ammukutty

All Alone

In the innermost recesses of our very being, we are all Alone.

Every experience shapes us,

Every word moulds us,

Even our thoughts influence our past and future.

Life thus is not an island of decisions, but a complex web woven by a lonely spider, based on its experiences. 

It turns beautiful when the spider chooses its directions, its decisions.

The spider that is You and I, is responsible for its life and its own web, because, after all, the spider, that is You and I, is ALL ALONE! 

Akkulam Tourist Resort, an evening...

The 'quiet'

Tending towards the deep

The 'cool'

Nothing is insignificant

The 'Host'

Outside, from the inside

This side up!

One after the other

Shelter

Shy crow!

Nature's palette

Heavens

Heaven and Earth

I'm going

Enter the gates

Stranger

How about feeling strange at the most familiar place? It would be suffocating... Rather unsettling. Very uncomfortable indeed. One wouldnt desire to be in such disposition. But when one is actually placed in one, there is no other way that going through it.

Stranger

At this very moment, I am in one such place. It is awful. Especially when people around are capable of reading your face! You cant act in certain circumstances. Oh, it is terrible...

Can anyone live a strangers life all through? No. Its not possible. 

And if at all its possible, it would be the hardest form of torture available.

I feel like a stranger... Cant act. Cant pretend. I am caught.