Pictures and words

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.

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

Dear rain, Can you wash the sins stuck on me? Can you make my happiness, moist? Can you make my friendship, cold? Can you storm the path way, of my life? Can you delay the time, of my birth or death? You want to fight me, let me take off my umbrella.