Yesterday was Diwali. Also called Deepavali , it is a major Hindu festival. Known as the "Festival of Lights," it symbolises the victory of good over evil, and lamps are lit as a sign of celebration and hope for mankind. The festival of Diwali is also about harvesting. Celebrations focus on lights and lamps, particularly traditional diyas. Fireworks are associated with the festival in many regions of India. Read more here. (Source: Wikipedia)

This was at a friend’s house where I was invited for dinner. It was a lovely evening with delicious food and wonderful company. Thank you Smita! 

Hair in the Way

Hair in the Way

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Moving on, I’ve made many subtle modifications to the photoblog. Modified the archives page so that it loads faster and made some subtle changes to the main and about pages. More importantly, I’ve added a ‘purchase prints’ link under every photo which takes you to a page listing pricing details. The purpose of this photoblog is not to sell photos and I don’t really expect to sell anything. But if a photo of mine catches your eye and you would like to hang it on a wall in your house do get in touch with me. I’m eyeing a couple of (expensive) lenses and sure could use the extra money 🙂

Dark Places

We met at one of those dark places. The silence between us had stretched. She was inhaling the new liquid. I was on the one with three letters. Twice our lips touched across the divide. A bridge of tongues. A stream of saliva. The mixture of lips.

“Do you believe in coincidence?”

“Do you believe in chance?”

The music swirled and swooned. Through our levitating bodies. Our fingers touched forbidden places. A moist sensation. A fluid emotion. Sudden laughter behind our eyes. Tears carved new pathways on her cheeks. I leaned forward and licked them off.

“How weird is that?”

“Yes, a midget and a transvestite having sex on the dance floor.”

“I saw you yesterday, in my last dream before I woke up.”

People swayed around us, drunk on this and that. There was something in the air. A flash? A streak? A swoosh? I inhaled her smell. Pheromones called out in a primitive language. Glasses tinkled beside us. Multi-colored liquids sloshed in perfectly shaped receptacles.

“I see you in my eyes.”

“Perhaps we should dance in our minds?”

The light faded. Conversation muted suddenly like a TV heard across a hotel wall. Where were we? Did you recognize us? Inside all was bright and innocent light. Outside was a kaleidoscope of sensation.

“I want to kiss your eyelids.”