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Jun 1, 2018 at 08:13

I so adore this photo. 😀

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  Jun 1, 2018 at 18:12
  
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Are the clouds close to you, or are you to them? You think they're the same thing? In that case, you're mistaken. One is for altitude, the other, transcendence. Or maybe, I don't know what I'm saying. Because the world around me, Has really disrupted my logics. So white clouds in whichever form, make a magical sight- Either way, too good to be true. And I feel a need to express it. . #travel_India#nandihills#nammakarnataka#nammabengaluru#shotoniphone#sunrise#vacation#holiday#instagood#instanature#instaaesthetic#india_undiscovered#streetphotography#instanature#vscocam#amateurphotography#mobilephotography#beautifulday#hills#igersofbangalore#igersofinida#coloursofindia#storiesofindia#streetsofIndia#photocinematica#filmphotography#panorama#pretty#naturelovers#travel#landscape

Like fireflies in the night hardly Go unnoticed Sprinkles of gold on the mundane Should make it a worthy sight too @aah.suna #aesthetic#winter#instagood#instanature#instaaesthetic#instaphotography#art#coloursofindia#christuniversity#flower#vscocam#yourshot_India#streetphotography#naturelover#nammabengaluru#beautiful#artsclusters#amateurphotography#thephotosociety#india_undiscovered#igersofindia#igersofbangalore#flowerstagram#photographers_of_India#natgeohub#gold

It's like standing with your feet on wet sand, Waiting for the next wave to crash, And wash away the gravel. And when the water recedes, You wait for it again, Standing on sand still. It's like looking for gold in a sunflower field, There's gold all around, but you don't see. Sometimes, you come back empty handed, And sometimes with sunflower memories, As golden as gold. @aah.suna credits for idea, equipment, patience #natgeocreative#yourshot_India#spi_collective#streetphotographyindia#storiesofindia#instaphotography#instanature#instaaesthetic#mood#picoftheday#vscocam#photographers_of_India#igersofindia#igersofbangalore#art#photography_art#winter#vsco_India#natgeoIndia#YourShotPhotographer#instagood#christuniversity#instaupload#cozy#winter

I wish you existed a little more in colour, Maybe even breathed a little polluted air, Struggled to find cheap roots to fry for dinner, Woke up to violent headlines on yellow pages. You think I'm selfish. The list, an advocate of having existed in the past. And my request, despite it. But I wish you existed some more in colour, Holding on to faith that these will all soon be over, For brighter colours to return. #vsco#spi_collective#IncredibleIndia#vsco_India#EverydayEverywhere#MyPixelDiary#yourshot_India#vscocam#photographers_of_India#natgeoIndia#shotoniphone#natgeocreative#naturephotography#igersofindia#nammakarnataka#flowers#picoftheday#aestheticpictures#instanature#instaaesthetic#instaphotography#thephotosociety#theartidote#filmphotography#photography_art#insta_art

She would hold her book out in the rain, To wash away all the ink. Refilling her pages once more, Drying them under several golden suns- To wash them off again before the story was completed. She did this ever so often, Her pages well-seasoned; Until they couldn't be written on anymore. #vsco#art#thephotosociety#theartidote#filmphotography#instaaesthetic#instaphotography#mood#instaupload#vsco_India#picoftheday#vscocam#artmagazine#winter#photographers_of_India#igersofindia#theapricotmagazine#photographyart#litupshots#MyPixelDiary#EverydayEverywhere#lifestyle#books#millennials#mobileclick#mobilephotography

And sometimes I wonder, how much I really look at things in two dimension, and then I wonder, how much I've really missed out on. And then, I repeat my mistakes. #travel_India#india_undiscovered#natgeoIndia#yourshot_India#MyPixelDiary#natgeocreative#natgeotravel#natgeoyourshot#instaaesthetic#picoftheday#coloursofindia#streetsofIndia#vsco_India#vscocam#theapricotmagazine#thephotosociety#theartidote#filmphotography#photocinematica#photographers_of_India#igersofindia#photographyart#canonindia#canoneos#travelphotography#goa#bomjesus#travelgoa

Everything around him was geometric. They were lines, sometimes bent nonetheless. They were also triangles, mostly calculated. Not strangely, his own life also ran in geometry. But it was an ironic circle- which had neither a beginning, nor an end, the circumference going on and on and on. A diameter so long, he could never meet the ends. #shotoniphone#filmphotography#instaaesthetic#christuniversity#vsco_India#photographers_of_India#nammabengaluru#instaphotography#india_undiscovered#mobilephotography#instanature#photographyart#art#coloursofindia#picoftheday#vscocam#creative_photography#photography#instagood#theartidote#streetphotographyindia#artmagazine#nature#natgeolandscape#natgeocreative#natgeoIndia#nammakarnataka Thanks for lending iPhone xD @raushnikhanna

The teacher corrected the child, "There's only one Sun for the earth." He came back home and double checked. He still couldn't understand why she said that. #india_undiscovered #coloursofindia #canonphotography #shotoniphone #photography #instamood #aesthetic #nammakarnatakaphotographers #yourshot_india #natgeoyourshot #filmphotography #artphotography #vscocam #indiaclicks #artofvisuals #magnumphotos70 #bangalore #streetphotographers #lensculture #amateurphotography #naturephotography #landscapephotography #mobilephotography #canva #indianblogger #blogger #mobileclick #instapic #igersofindia #vscoindia

She loved balloons. Helium. They could rise so high, not affected by anyone, untethered. Unless tethered to something, of course. She blew a bunch of helium balloons every night. The ends tied to her hair, finges, and the hem of her dress. Her dress would then funnily ride up from both sides, like a boat. But she didn't bother. Neither did the night sky. Her balloons took her from one place to another. She'd clamber out of the window somehow, and with little effort, start rising up. Up, up and further up. The wind played fair on most days too, helping the her navigate her balloons. She flew over mountains and buildings, trees and electric poles- occasionally spotting an airplane on the sky. Sometimes she'd fly over the rivers with an ominous feeling, something her grandmother had reminded her of, but she could never recall. At the end of her nocturnal safari was over each night, she'd take out a safety pin from under her dress and burst the balloons, sometimes one by one, and sometimes all at once, for a sudden rush of adrenaline and the fleeting uncertainty of a safe landing, always quickly replaced by her feet surely touching the ground of her terrace. The balloons seemed to have a mind of their own. Even in their death, they didn't forget their duty.

He still remembers the golden light of the evening, when he and his friends ran barefoot. They filled the neighbourhood with their teenage screams- dust rose from the ground. He can still hear their ball crashing against uncle Sen's window. He smiled. They had broken quite a lot of windows around. But they took great care of the wildflowers. Purple and white flowers dotted the large field, each the size of a 4 anna coin. They were bewildering, growing on rocks- untamed, unattended. The boys never trampled on them while playing. As if those tiny flowers were a part of them- young, fearless, wild and colourful. He felt a tear roll down his cheeks. The field was steadily being covered with bricks. Steel, cement, iron and polished black shoes. Most of the grass was cleared off, along with his wildflowers. In a desperate attempt, he had pulled out a handful of the remaining to replant them in his perfectly manicured garden- a meticulous routine of water, light, manure and care. But the wildflowers didn't survive. #spi_collective #_soi #_coi #_woi #_streetphotographyIndia #vsco_cam #flowers #canonindia #litupshots #MyPixelDiary #natgeocreative #natgeoIndia #thephotosociety #yourshot_India #nature #instaaesthetic #photographers_of_India #Indianshutterbugs #ISBtraveller #YourShotPhotographer #india_undiscovered #igersofindia #vsco_India #vsco_girl #instanature #nammakarnatakaphotographers

I'm glad Alice fell into the rabbit hole. At least she gave us all a childhood. I've been looking for a rabbit hole ever since. Too bad I haven't found any. I've looked for them almsot everywhere- to my left and to my right, in about 100 yards from me and even faraway lands! I think I hadn't kept my eyes open. Sometimes there was too much sand in it, and sometimes, I just wanted an occasion to try on my new sunglasses. Occasionally, a badly rain-soaked route map comes up in my dreams, but I'm too scared to put it in my back pocket.

It was the first time he was given a set of crayons. The child happily reached towards purple. "No, use light colours. They look neater", came the instructions. "Careful, the colour should remain inside the borders"- yet another suggestion. In his head, he could see a purple sky, purple trees, purple flowers and purple people. "That's wrong! Trees are green and skies, blue." After all, he had to be taught the right ways of expression; the right colours of imagination. The flurry of instructions couldn't be slackened. #spi_collective #_soi #_coi #_woi #_streetphotographyIndia #vsco_cam #vsco_India #travelbug #ShotoniPhone #streetphotographyinternational #bbctravel #IncredibleIndia #natgeocreative #natgeoIndia #thephotosociety #yourshot_India #photographers_of_India #Indianshutterbugs #ISBtraveller #YourShotPhotographer #india_undiscovered #igersofindia #theartidote #filmphotography #photocinematica #theapricotmagazine #nammakarnatakaphotographers #bangaloreskies

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