Sanctuary Of Random Keystrokes

A chariot outside Ranganathaswamy temple at Srirangapattana. I wonder why only the main deities had been painted.

The enthusiasm with which people in India deface public places amazes me. Even ordinary objects – like this old bulb-holder – aren’t spared sometimes. Ironically, this one was defaced with a face.

Of the literal (and not literary) variety. Taken at Cambridge. I did something to the “redness” of the bricks where I took them close to pink but stopped a shade short (literally).

…running into a bunch of bright, yellow flowers by the roadside on a cloudy, English, summer day. Yes, yes, I realize that “cloudy days” are rarely associated with happiness in north-western part of the globe. But for someone who grew up in a city where average summer temperature is routinely around 40 degrees celsius, clouds (and indeed rains) are inseparably linked to unbridled glee!

That said, the plants and trees in Cambridge seemed to be making the most of the short English summer. The variety of flowers (most of them wild, and not tended for) I saw while walking a short stretch was – if not unbelievable – quite pleasantly surprising.

Part abstract, part architecture, part memoir.