Bangla Sahib, Delhi

This beautiful Gurudwara is a joy for photographers. The whole structure has beautiful architecture with an old world charm and white marble with inlay work on the walls. The golden domes look glamorous and glittering. Standing tall against the beautiful blue sky, this edifice is an imposing and beautiful building.


Happy Mothers Day….

Sitting in Singapore, contemplating the distant horizon, our little baby was a two month fetus… and even then you had that glow of motherhood on your face…. today your Son and I wish you a Happy Mothers Day…. for putting up with us 😄

Mittens Ahoy….

It was a hot summer day, people were sweating buckets and here I was with cold hands and a rapidly beating heart….. waiting for the word from within..

The day started as any other, with a hurried rush to get to work and my heavily pregnant wife busy as well. At office I get the call telling me, that the doctor would like to see us posthaste… Delhi’s traffic notwithstanding we reached the doctor in record time and were informed that our little one had decided that waiting was not an option (takes after the mother) and that we needed to get to the hospital for a routine procedure…

Cut to the next scene and there I was like countless other fathers before me, pacing the corridors outside the labour room…. and the wait was mercifully short, or maybe I was in a fugue, and the doctor reappeared, unflappable as ever and informed me that I was the proud father of a baby boy…. 

Blogging, photography and everything has taken a backseat while diapers, feeding times and mittens have become the centre of our world 😊

The boatman…


It was a moonlit night with clear skies, and we were sitting on a solitary boat that was moving on the Yamuna River at Vrindavan…., and in the distance we  kept hearing the evening aarti’s at the various temples lining the river bank and then we spied this shadow following us…. grazing the various sand banks seen in the river….


Once upon a time, in Har Ki Dun

I loved the place as well and could not help but reblog what you have written, beautiful….


20161031_150115 Campsite: Har Ki dun UNEDITED!

I was standing under the light of a thousand stars. At a far distance, I could see the burning flames of bonfire.The laughter of a group of fellow trekkers and the soft murmuring of river Supin was all I could hear. It was the night of the first snowfall in Har Ki Dun. Wild freezing winds wrapped us all in the arms of nature.

20161031_102655 To the unforgettable skies!

When suddenly, a kitchen helper (bhula, a native word for younger brother) came out of the kitchen tent right next to me. He discovered that the frosty water in the bucket, used to wash utensils, had developed an initial layer of ice. He plunged an ice axe in the bucket to break the thin ice.
And casually started washing utensils with the freezing water.
If you ask me, what I felt in Har Ki Dun, in…

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