I've been

up to so much more than I've been sharing. It's true, I've been slow on my updates. But here is something that will hit home with those who have either visited India or those who live here. India is a black hole with time. I have no idea where it goes! Organic and beautiful as it may be, sometimes the sensory overload is a just too much. Either ways it's all going terrifically unplanned; Adventurous and hence exhilarating and eventful. A recent favorite. The Juicer and the juicist.

Trucks, truck stops and naps

Haridwar

The Golden Temple at 6 am

I'm away for a bit

All I can say is that the last few days have been intense. I have been traveling all over. I will soon be updating with a lot of eye candy for every one. here are a few recent sights. Please be patient... I will be with you momentarily! In the meantime here are a few glimpses.

The Terrace

The terrace is my mom's favorite place in our flat. I can certainly see why, but not only because I know she loves the space and all her little plants but also because I see it in my own special way; Very differently than her. It has a very peculiar geometry. If you follow this blog then you may have seen this post I made little earlier called Urban Organics which is also similarly reflective of my intrigue in intersecting lines, planes and randomly organized practical tools. The satellite dish antenna and clothes pins interspersed in this space is extremely intriguing to me. An organized yet chaotic scene, just like the entire country is. I love it more than I ever have. If that's even possible.



Pictured below is my mom taking a whiff of her favorite flower the Mogra. It is incredibly fragrant & often strewn into a mini garland and draped around the hair. Pictured in the last image is the potted plant of the mogra that my mom returned the flower to. It's my favorite planted pot on that terrace, covered in heavenly spongy green moss.

A Sharma family morning

My mother, Kiran Sharma and my father Sunil Sharma pictured below have both taken a fairly religious curve on life in the past decade. I set up a couple lights in my flat in Mumbai and decided to capture them in their morning ritual modes. My dad is doing his routine morning prayer in our temple room and my mom is walking through her favorite part of our flat, the terrace.

Mom is holding a brass crucible of water in her hands, she is about to make an offering of that water and say a small chant worshiping the sun god and giving thanks for the gift of sunlight. The freshly awakened younger brother of mine, pictured below my parents is a strapping Mumbai-ker who loves to scour the Bollywood tabloids when getting his early morning news fix. Just a little peek into my world here in Mumbai. Please click on the images to get a better look.