These images were shot on a very early morning.
It was dark!
Harshad came to pick me up and we drove all the way to Colaba listening Prateek Kuhad’s song with the dawn of the city herself.
By the time we reached it was pretty lit.
I was little apprehensive with filming on the roads.
But the moment the dimension of the photographer and camera’s attention is created, you are transported to one of the safest place.
It’s been 11 years since I tasted this magic and it never fails.
Some of the images here, I have used in a reel but they deserve their own stillness.
Here are the images of my world from the other dimension!
Loud Silence by @knowharshad
Wardrobe by @inkpikle
These images were shot on a very early morning.
It was dark!
Harshad came to pick me up and we drove all the way to Colaba listening Prateek Kuhad’s song with the dawn of the city herself.
By the time we reached it was pretty lit.
I was little apprehensive with filming on the roads.
But the moment the dimension of the photographer and camera’s attention is created, you are transported to one of the safest place.
It’s been 11 years since I tasted this magic and it never fails.
Some of the images here, I have used in a reel but they deserve their own stillness.
Here are the images of my world from the other dimension!
Loud Silence by @knowharshad
Wardrobe by @inkpikle
These images were shot on a very early morning.
It was dark!
Harshad came to pick me up and we drove all the way to Colaba listening Prateek Kuhad’s song with the dawn of the city herself.
By the time we reached it was pretty lit.
I was little apprehensive with filming on the roads.
But the moment the dimension of the photographer and camera’s attention is created, you are transported to one of the safest place.
It’s been 11 years since I tasted this magic and it never fails.
Some of the images here, I have used in a reel but they deserve their own stillness.
Here are the images of my world from the other dimension!
Loud Silence by @knowharshad
Wardrobe by @inkpikle
These images were shot on a very early morning.
It was dark!
Harshad came to pick me up and we drove all the way to Colaba listening Prateek Kuhad’s song with the dawn of the city herself.
By the time we reached it was pretty lit.
I was little apprehensive with filming on the roads.
But the moment the dimension of the photographer and camera’s attention is created, you are transported to one of the safest place.
It’s been 11 years since I tasted this magic and it never fails.
Some of the images here, I have used in a reel but they deserve their own stillness.
Here are the images of my world from the other dimension!
Loud Silence by @knowharshad
Wardrobe by @inkpikle
These images were shot on a very early morning.
It was dark!
Harshad came to pick me up and we drove all the way to Colaba listening Prateek Kuhad’s song with the dawn of the city herself.
By the time we reached it was pretty lit.
I was little apprehensive with filming on the roads.
But the moment the dimension of the photographer and camera’s attention is created, you are transported to one of the safest place.
It’s been 11 years since I tasted this magic and it never fails.
Some of the images here, I have used in a reel but they deserve their own stillness.
Here are the images of my world from the other dimension!
Loud Silence by @knowharshad
Wardrobe by @inkpikle
These images were shot on a very early morning.
It was dark!
Harshad came to pick me up and we drove all the way to Colaba listening Prateek Kuhad’s song with the dawn of the city herself.
By the time we reached it was pretty lit.
I was little apprehensive with filming on the roads.
But the moment the dimension of the photographer and camera’s attention is created, you are transported to one of the safest place.
It’s been 11 years since I tasted this magic and it never fails.
Some of the images here, I have used in a reel but they deserve their own stillness.
Here are the images of my world from the other dimension!
Loud Silence by @knowharshad
Wardrobe by @inkpikle
Played crocodile and water around.
Of course drowned.
Crocodile helped me to get across.
Became best friends.
He complimented on my beautiful trench coat from @jaanscloset
Played crocodile and water around.
Of course drowned.
Crocodile helped me to get across.
Became best friends.
He complimented on my beautiful trench coat from @jaanscloset
Played crocodile and water around.
Of course drowned.
Crocodile helped me to get across.
Became best friends.
He complimented on my beautiful trench coat from @jaanscloset
Played crocodile and water around.
Of course drowned.
Crocodile helped me to get across.
Became best friends.
He complimented on my beautiful trench coat from @jaanscloset
Played crocodile and water around.
Of course drowned.
Crocodile helped me to get across.
Became best friends.
He complimented on my beautiful trench coat from @jaanscloset
I fail at it.
I fall at its feet.
I rise higher in it.
I dive deeper in it.
Leave me alone if your heart is plagued with fear and attention holed with fickleness.
Try something easy.
Though, Love is simple.
No space for duality in it.
No you, No me.
Only Truth, Consciousness and Happiness in all the possible forms.
#loverforlife with 📷 @na_zia_khan
Played crocodile and water around.
Of course drowned.
Crocodile helped me to get across.
Became best friends.
He complimented on my beautiful trench coat from @jaanscloset
I fail at it.
I fall at its feet.
I rise higher in it.
I dive deeper in it.
Leave me alone if your heart is plagued with fear and attention holed with fickleness.
Try something easy.
Though, Love is simple.
No space for duality in it.
No you, No me.
Only Truth, Consciousness and Happiness in all the possible forms.
#loverforlife with 📷 @na_zia_khan
Mid day life crisis.
Mid day life crisis.
Mid day life crisis.
आज की खुशी बहोत अलग थी.
बचपनवाली.
I used to walk for hours in Pune university studying different rhythms and patterns of the rain.
Witnessed ocean waves day and nights.
Had millions of conversations with them.
But today it was silent…
The first snow flake on the back of my hand…
इतना नाज़ुक था वो. दिल की तरह.
और धीरे धीरे हज़ारों दिल बरसने लगे.मैं कुछ बोल भी नहीं पा रही थी.
बस एक धीमी झनझनाहट हो रही थी शरीर में.
कितनी पाक़ और शांत थी वो.
फिर हवाके साथ रूप बदल के तूफ़ान बनी मगर अंदर वही थी.
पाक़ और शांत.
वो स्नो और मेरी आँखे एक ही चीज़ से बनी है.
तभी तो महसूस कर पाते हैं तुझे,
यह सब तुम्हारा करम है आका.
सत्चितआनंद. Shimla – शिमला
#notanadjustafan
Finally @myblissclub you gave me my best flare pants!
They are perfectly comfortable to run errands, break into a dance routine in the middle of the day or just jump around the airports or buses:)
#movingit
Notes on the morning hike.
.
Pain and beauty are deeply interconnected.
.
Experiencing depth of pain is directly linked with experiencing immensity of life’s beauty.
.
When I come out from one black hole of the pain, expanse of the infinite sky is felt in each cell of my being.
.
Can you understand the power that we as human beings have?
Can you bow down every now and then to kiss the floor and sing the glory of the divine?
.
The love that I experience inside of me is grace in it’s bare minimum form.
.
I want to be nothing else but just get better at loving and living. Shimla – शिमला
Notes on the morning hike.
.
Pain and beauty are deeply interconnected.
.
Experiencing depth of pain is directly linked with experiencing immensity of life’s beauty.
.
When I come out from one black hole of the pain, expanse of the infinite sky is felt in each cell of my being.
.
Can you understand the power that we as human beings have?
Can you bow down every now and then to kiss the floor and sing the glory of the divine?
.
The love that I experience inside of me is grace in it’s bare minimum form.
.
I want to be nothing else but just get better at loving and living. Shimla – शिमला
Notes on the morning hike.
.
Pain and beauty are deeply interconnected.
.
Experiencing depth of pain is directly linked with experiencing immensity of life’s beauty.
.
When I come out from one black hole of the pain, expanse of the infinite sky is felt in each cell of my being.
.
Can you understand the power that we as human beings have?
Can you bow down every now and then to kiss the floor and sing the glory of the divine?
.
The love that I experience inside of me is grace in it’s bare minimum form.
.
I want to be nothing else but just get better at loving and living. Shimla – शिमला
मेरी खामोशियाँ,
मेरी गहराएयाँ,
मेरी परेशनियाँ,
मेरे हर एक खिलते सपने पे बस तुम्हारा नाम रहे,
मैं में कुछ ना रहे बस तुम्हारी आस रहे.
आज की खुशी बहोत अलग थी.
बचपनवाली.
I used to walk for hours in Pune university studying different rhythms and patterns of the rain.
Witnessed ocean waves day and nights.
Had millions of conversations with them.
But today it was silent…
The first snow flake on the back of my hand…
इतना नाज़ुक था वो. दिल की तरह.
और धीरे धीरे हज़ारों दिल बरसने लगे.मैं कुछ बोल भी नहीं पा रही थी.
बस एक धीमी झनझनाहट हो रही थी शरीर में.
कितनी पाक़ और शांत थी वो.
फिर हवाके साथ रूप बदल के तूफ़ान बनी मगर अंदर वही थी.
पाक़ और शांत.
वो स्नो और मेरी आँखे एक ही चीज़ से बनी है.
तभी तो महसूस कर पाते हैं तुझे,
यह सब तुम्हारा करम है आका.
सत्चितआनंद. Shimla – शिमला
