Sad Lonely Shadows

(i do not know what it is about you that closes

and opens; only something in me understands

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.

— E.E. Cummings

A Cold Dark Room

     I think I've seen my share of shit in this world
     The Utopia we all dreamed of sank a long time ago

     My plan now is to listen to my records, drink coffee
     And make empty plans for the future

Chandigarh: The City of Peace

I took a little trip to Chandigarh a few weeks ago. It was an exciting spontaneous weekend for me. I dropped everything, grabbed my camera and a novel and headed for the nearest bus station.

The month is almost coming to and end and I just want to share some pictures for you. Enjoy them.

It was refreshing to see these ducks come out of the water and mingle with the tourists. 

(That's me, smiling like a mad curious child.)

The following photographs were taken at Rock Garden, Chandigarh.

This was my favorite part of the whole maze of stone. For a moment I felt like I was in Cambodia.

One thing I noticed about this little figures is that all of them had sad, melancholic faces. It was as if they were mourning for the living. To be honest I felt a little uncomfortable standing alone in the middle with hundreds of them watching me silently.

Figure (male)

Another figure (female)

These last few pictures were taken at Sukhna lake, a few miles away from Rock Garden. It started raining the moment I reached there and I was surprised to find out that the lake had almost dried up. Anyways the weather was nice and breezy and I sat there for a good hour or so just watching people go by.

Queen

What do I care if you are good?

Be beautiful! and be sad!

— Charles Baudelaire, Flowers of Evil