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Trusting our intuitions.

Yesterday after attending a meeting, tired, I sat at the oat of IGNCA for an event 'Ghumakkad Narayan'. It was a story telling session.A very animated lady from London was telling an Arabian story. Before that one lady told a story of Deen Dayal Upadhyay, an R.S.S visionary. It was late and it takes about an hour to reach back home. I decided to wait for the next session trusting on my intuition that the next thing will be fun. My intuition was right! trust is the best thing you can give to yourselves and also to your enemies. This was an old story, the story of Ramayana performed by shadows. The shadows were of the leather puppets performed by a talented family of Kerala. It was their 19th generation performing this art. Backstage. This is the 19th generation of the family performing this art. 'Tholpavakoothuis' a form of  shadow puppetry.

Life and times of Andrews bar

Andrews bar in calengute was once filled with hippies and tourists in the 70s and 80s. The owner, a charming Goan lady lost her husband, Andrews after five years of their marriage. She now proudly runs the bar, handles everything but is nostalgic about the bars golden period and her husband. Meanwhile she put posters of her favorite footballers on the wall.

Thoughts on self portrait.

I never liked the idea of selfies. All the selfies I took were mock-candids. Self-portraits are our fantasies. We all know the angle from which we look our best. The angle which can hide our fat face, our the double chin, our round nose, or our receding hairline. We hide  ourselves  behind a smile, a pout or a serious face. What if we do something completely opposite?

Lodhi garden at night

Delhi transforms itself completely after the sunset and this is what I love about it. Yesterday I had an adventurous company so we sneaked in the Lodhi Gardens at night. I've read about the gardens in 'Delhi noir', a collection of small dark stories of the city. The beautiful landscape changes drastically. It turns more mystique surrounded by a strange silence, like its contemplating about the things it witnessed throughout the day. It does witness a lot of things, Some of the darkest secrets of the jovial city of Delhi. Only if it was to reveal them someday to someone. The rain water harvesting unit of the gardens