sunset, tiruvalla, tracks

cat, lake, squirrel

Inside Charminar, Hyderabad (Nov 27 - 30 2013)

It is an amazing sight, a burst of verbal graffiti; no bare wall or door is spared as almost ever inch of Charminar's interior walls are adorned with names, heart signs and babble. The sheer volume is such that there are layers of words, the earlier ones obscured by the new. Call it apathy, ruin or chaos, the derelict Charminar is as much of a reflection of the state Hyderabad is in. A far cry from the childhood I spent here two decades ago, the open spaces have all but disappeared, the traffic is bursting forth in voluminous girth and smoke, trees are few; yet thoughtlessly more buildings add on to the concrete swell, the sky is but barely visible.