Self portraits – Autumn series

It’s Autumn in France, and the gloomy weather sometimes amplifies the beauty of nature around us. This evening was no exception. I called my friend to tag along for a bicycle ride (we are riding buddies you see), he was too busy watching a stupid movie and was lazy to get out of the house in this cold weather. I had thought of clicking some portraits for him. I ended up riding alone and made few self portraits. Well, he missed his chance this time! The next time I call him, I’m sure he’ll be there!

Here are the pictures. All of them were taken using a Nikon D90, 50mm f1.8


Thoughts from a Window sill

I’m leaving for my Masters in a month and figured I’d spend some time with my father before I leave. He’s off to work early and I’m home alone until dusk. I’ve been cooking, washing vessels, cleaning the house and trying to stay productive. All this work keeps me occupied and it feels like a lot of work sometimes. Until now I’ve never realised the importance of the fact that my mother had given up her career to take care of us and manage the house, and has been doing it for decades now. I sit on the window sill and contemplate a mother’s patience & perseverance, and the things she sacrifices, for her family’s well being.  

An Apple illuminates me

I dedicate this picture to Steve Jobs, the person who changed the way of our lives.

” Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn’t matter to me. Going to bed at night saying we’ve done something wonderful, that’s what matters to me “.
—  Steve Jobs

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Looking at the screen – Self portrait

I met with an accident two days back, and because of a sprained knee, I’ve not stepped out of the house. I read blogs, slept, ate, took few pictures of my nephew who visited, watched a movie or two, slept again. It’s just day three and I can no longer bear the monotonous routine. I am bored beyond bored. Then I pick up the camera once again, and make a picture.


laptop portrait

Everybody is a book of Blood

A self portrait.
I’ve been reading a lot lately and this right here, is my madness.

“Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we’re opened, we’re red.”
                    — Clive Barker, Books of Blood

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