“One of these days, I'm going to publish a book of all the pictures I did not take. It is going to be a huge hit!”

- René Burri

Since childhood, nomadic smiles and an amber evening,

Pirates, hieroglyphs, sandstones. A lonely blind bye-lane.

'Why can’t I play! Once more!' let’s play the game.

Sardines we’d played for one faceless name

Faces had no names, they called themselves daylight.

Their echoes are eating pastures, oranges and blues of emerald minds.

Ah! that soft old gush of cheerfulness and hue

when water-colour bathes her world Blue.

Blue dyed my city as flow loved to be her stream.

Then the Stream carefully puts her gush, my land is a sweet dream.

Dreams wake up from dark and another Kolkata is evermore new.

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PHOTOS, POEMS and SADNESS! JUST LIKE THAT:)

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I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW TO TAKE SNAPS LIKE ME!

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