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Wednesday, July 15, 2009

"Take me to the place I love, take me all the way..." RHCP

Old Lady of Old Goa

Goa

Transparency

Raindrops keep fallin on my...

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Thunderstorm in the making

Sun Set

Colaba

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

The Great Driving Challenge

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Travel companions

Alibaug allies

Old lady at an old well

Lazy afternoon

Road to Bombay

Alibaug beach before sunset

Saturday, May 05, 2007

Meet Louis. Louis from Lucknow.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Patterns on sand.

A house on the slope.

Morning walk. I later saw them having tea at the tea-stall on the beach at 7 in the morning. I overheard the old man complementing the tea-stall owner

for preparing tea to his taste.

Abandoned.

He looks like Pinto from Goa. But he is Ranade from Kihim.

Mee Marathi! Mangesh - tea-stall owner - he walked 100 meters for me to fetch a packet of Parle-G biscuit since he ran out of his own stock.

Any idea what kind of fruit this is?

The road I was walking on was deserted in the middle of the afternoon. So couldn't ask this question.

I was having my meal at a house on a roadside, courtesy the innumerable houses in Kihim that supply home-cooked rice and chicken. Right across the road this frail man made eye contact with me.

Don't know her name. Don't know her family. But I saw her cleaning the backyard of the house I was staying in. Perfect job done.

Walk to office

How do you compare a one and half hour commute on a local train cramped with 6 people around you with a one and a half minute walk to the beach from your home on the beach?

Crushed jamun

Crushed raw mango on the tarmac

How close is close?