A Quiet Story

The Ritual

2012-02-14T23:50:00.000-08:00

The Andamans have semi diurnal tides, a phenomenon where a coastal region see two high and two low tied each day. Fishermen study the sea by carrying out the ritual of walking the beach before they head out to fish.

A conversation in silence

2012-02-13T09:37:00.000-08:00

He sat on the deck of the ship and look out into the sea for the entire duration of the journey. A conversation in silence, in which no other human was welcome.

Morning light

2012-02-11T01:02:00.000-08:00

Travellers brave the sub zero winter mornings to catch the sunrise from Tiger Hill, Darjeeling. The Kanchenjunga, the third highest peak in the world, bathes in the morning light as the rest of the world slumbers in darkness below.

Mummy

2012-02-10T07:03:00.000-08:00

Beautifully preserved, this Egptian mummy is over 4000 years old. While most organs of mummies were often preserved in jar's, the brain was never given such an honor and was said to be useless. It was believed that the ability to think, feel and reason was a function of the heart and as such was preserved with utmost care.

The mummy in the picture was not someone of significance in Egypt , but is a star attraction at the Calcutta museum.

Cooum

2012-02-10T03:33:00.000-08:00

Two men work to clean up the Cooum river . This once clean and beautiful river flowed through the heart of Chennai and was often used for boating and sport. The river has over the years become too polluted and toxic for any such activity. Efforts are underway to clean the river up and it is estimated that the river will return to its glorious form in under ten years.

Dalle

2012-02-09T00:27:00.000-08:00

Dalles, meaning “round-ies”, is the third hottest chilli in the world. Extremely popular in the District of Darjeeling and Sikkim in the North east region of India . Local children can’t wait for the dance that follows after a tourist mistakes it for a cherry.

Long Forgotten

2012-02-08T23:36:00.000-08:00

They threw off their ragged clothes and ran into the sea. They played and thrashed about, oblivious to the world as it passed them by, oblivious to the bustling city and the urgency it commanded, and oblivious to me; just another part of a world gone wrong. They played on, with a reckless abandonment I once knew. They spoke to the universe in a language I had long forgotten, a childhood ago. I watched with envy, for at that moment they were far richer than I could hope to ever be, for the universe was theirs.