The salesman is almost lost in all the colour. 

What We Miss Out.....

From the saffron of the sunrise to the blood stained skies of the dusk. The breath of the morning dew to the scent of the new rain. The joyful colours in the neighbor’s garden and the tint of whites of the scattered clouds. The dusty pathway to a lonesome village and the merry chirp of a hundred sparrows at the roadside broken pipeline. The rise of the full moon and the cool breeze of midnight. The heady scent of the night queen and the songs of the never asleep cricket or is it the grasshopper. The sight of a moonless, theatrical, diamond studded night sky and the wish fulfilling streak of a shooting star.

The palette of life never satisfying enough, the search for beauty, if a search, never a wasted effort. The rainbow in the heart created by the sunshine of love and over-brimming happiness is not difficult. All you got to do is fall in love…..with life.

Jayan, Naveen and me in an Arabian Nights shop... 

The ship of the dessert. 

Freedom. And the town of Jaisalmer. 

The coffee shop in the Fort of Mehrangarh. Thats me, Kunal, Jayan, Charu and Naveen with the servers in the back ground. 

Traditional folk artistes of Rajasthan. 

Nothingness to the faraway horizon. 

City in Peril. 

The blue city of Jodhpur from the Fort of Mehrangarh.