Roo's space
An eye for the future
Sindabaaz rows Shikara in Dal Lake of Srinagar. While escaping a crossfire, a sharpnel pierced his left eye. After being rescued and treated by the army, he is now self-sufficient. He owns a Shikara, ferries workers, consumers and visitors from one end of the Dal lake to the other. Somedays, when its misty during early morning, Sindabaaz is found sitting in his Shikara in the midst of Dal lake with silence echoing in the fading ripples of water. Oblivious to the world, he plays his bamboo flute after the morning azaan. Heart wrenchingly beautiful, unconscionably pure and immaculately clean are those notes, even the ripples dance to his rhythm
An eye for the future
Sindabaaz rows Shikara in Dal Lake of Srinagar. While escaping a crossfire, a sharpnel pierced his left eye. After being rescued and treated by the army, he is now self-sufficient. He owns a Shikara, ferries workers, consumers and visitors from one end of the Dal lake to the other. Somedays, when its misty during early morning, Sindabaaz is found sitting in his Shikara in the midst of Dal lake with silence echoing in the fading ripples of water. Oblivious to the world, he plays his bamboo flute after the morning azaan. Heart wrenchingly beautiful, unconscionably pure and immaculately clean are those notes, even the ripples dance to his rhythm