And here I go again; with my never-ending fascination for tenebrous nights, risen moon, ageless banyans and eerie quiet, except for the crushing of dried leaves underfoot. Perfect backdrop for a horror story.
I love trees at night more than I love them during the day; as if they have more stories to tell at bedtime...
Rhythm House, Mumbai
A city that was... RHYTHM HOUSE - practically every music lover of Mumbai must have visited this iconic haven of CDs, DVDs, even when Cassettes were prevalent, at least once, before it made way for fashion. I'm glad to have captured this legend from erstwhile Mumbai, one of those architectural wonders from bygone era, that... Continue Reading →