Rupam Das
In Motion
We are always in a state of unrest. We always have little time for others, more so for our own selves. There's always the need to beat the next person to the door, to the next level in the professional world, to earn a few more bucks...the race is incessant. The pursuit relentless. We seem to have forgotten the small guilty pleasures of life - slurp on an ice crush bought form a roadside vendor, run in an open field of poppies with the rains osculating your cheeks, scream from the top of a high rise till your lungs nearly burst, splash on a puddle of water on your way home...Time too has played its role, tick tock-ing its way to the next second, a horrifying reminder that with every passing moment, we have less of it available to celebrate our accomplishments and set goals for the next. I stood still for this photograph, the question is ... will you join me?
In Motion
We are always in a state of unrest. We always have little time for others, more so for our own selves. There's always the need to beat the next person to the door, to the next level in the professional world, to earn a few more bucks...the race is incessant. The pursuit relentless. We seem to have forgotten the small guilty pleasures of life - slurp on an ice crush bought form a roadside vendor, run in an open field of poppies with the rains osculating your cheeks, scream from the top of a high rise till your lungs nearly burst, splash on a puddle of water on your way home...Time too has played its role, tick tock-ing its way to the next second, a horrifying reminder that with every passing moment, we have less of it available to celebrate our accomplishments and set goals for the next. I stood still for this photograph, the question is ... will you join me?