Self Portrait

Been thinking of a self portrait from some time. So here it is, Rugged Bronx alley style.

Kite Runner

I thought I was beyond the hill to be moved by mere printed words. But words they are, so beautifully weaved, could move a mountain, let alone me. Is it possible to write a book giving so much of graphical description of human relations. The book feels more of a autobiography, and somewhere deep within I feel that there is more truth than what is claimed as a "Story". I used to read from my child hood and pretty proud of the fact that I have finished one whole library, but in over a hundreds of books I read, never has any book evoked such an intense emotion.

Did you ever read more eloquent book describing pain? Its heart wrenching. I read hardly 70 pages of it, and I am in a dilemma. I cannot seem to read further without feeling miserable nor I cannot stop reading it. The narration is so vivid, that I feel the words have turned into blood and flowing through my veins. Damn, why ever did pick up the book.

And for you Hosseini, hats off, A thousand times over!

Welcome the glow!!

One more snap of the sunset. Sun going down behind those buildings. It gave a strange combination of white light and blue pheripheral light. The reflection you see is the top of my car. Dont have a tripod yet. The way me go on clicking, I better buy one. BTW, why do you think we like sunsets so well??? May be its the primal instincts of start of tirbal dances and music after sunset. Mata....oooea...ooooh....ooo...ooo....din....chak...din chak

Dream Bike

My Pal, Joe's Bike.
One day, I am going to own it!!!