November 2008, Nallamalla Forest, Andhra Pradesh.
This is the second part of the series on The Chenchus posted earlier. You can follow the complete photo essay here.
This is the wife of the chief of the Chenchu hamlet we visited last. She also serves as the priestess for the hamlet. You will see her husband in the next photo.
November 2008, Nallamalla Forest, Andhra Pradesh.
This is the second part of the series on The Chenchus posted earlier. You can follow the complete photo essay here.
The house in the photo was actually built by the government for the Chenchus. But they prefe to stay in their traditional thatched huts. So the government built house is being used as a shelter for the calf.
November 2008, Nallamalla Forest, Andhra Pradesh.
This is the second part of the series on The Chenchus posted earlier. You can follow the complete photo essay here.
The old woman in the photo was collecting fallen seeds from the tree behind her. The seeds which are not high in nutritious value were the primary but unreliable food source for her.
The beast rose within
to smash the mirror of memory
that hung on the
low wall of self loathing.
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Watermelon dreams
stain the skin of summer
as she smothers the city
in her blazing yellow shamiana.
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A gap in the stars
A full stop out of place
The twisted sky falls apart
The world sleeps.
—–
A sudden hush descends
on the neon painted night scape
washing the empty gullies that
sing cement colored sonnets.
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There is a shadow on her lip
as she stares out of the moving window
at the traffic gliding
between her screaming fists.
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They were watching TV
India Shining in their eyes
broken, battered pasts and totalitarian presents
erased by a clever copywriter.
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Death begins with doubt
inside corners
that inhabit our shadows.
March 2009, Hyderabad.
This is the third photo in a small series on children I encountered while making my way here.
March 2009, Hyderabad.
This is the second photo in a small series on children I encountered while making my way here.
March 2009, Hyderabad.
This is the first photo in a small series on children I encountered while making my way here.
In these arms I gather
the loneliness of your dreams
as you curl into my corners
lost in a shapeless geography.
In these arms I gather
the trembling lips of dawn
as she awakens you
from night’s deep dark abandon.
In these arms I gather
the wet whispers of your hair
as they slither between
sunshine and shade.
In these arms I gather
the invitations of intimacy
that traverse your tongue
as it explores a new vocabulary.
In these arms I gather
the songs of your breasts
as they breathe between
your heart and mine.
In these arms I gather
the essence of ecstasy
as you arch your back
over the bridge of my fingers.
In these arms I gather
the tenderness of twilight
as the light sinks
into the night behind our words.
In these arms I gather
the silver stars in your eyes
as they search
for stardust in mine.
January 2009, Jim Corbett National Park.
Indian Elephant (Elephas maximus indicus)
We were quite lucky to sight this magnificent tusker as apparently none of the other visitors to the park that day saw him! With this photo the recent series on the Jim Corbett National Park comes to an end. There is a similar series of photos from the Bharatpur Bird Sanctuary that I had visited after Jim Corbett but I’ll hold that off for now and indeed might post those photos (except perhaps for a few) directly to my indian birds gallery. So do subscribe to the feed there if you are interested.
