away or toward

two steps towards charring
to burning beyond recognition
still two steps away from brilliance
from beauty and natural elegance
just two steps
In either direction and you chance to lose or gain

Sunday: when buildings and streets are at play

The clouds were just teasing me. "Take this photo they said"
The story of a one and another one. One one was red the other one was green. These two ones met at a junction and tried to outwit each other. Can you guess which one won?

The guard at the end was fast asleep.

Three stumps, I was thinking three blind mice.

I would love to do a series on the murals and calligraphy on the Nairobi walls. Very creative artists out there.

"We are on a straight line I know what you think you see, but that is simply perspective!"

"Straight! You see clearly now?"

See how they run. See how they run. They just stood there and watched though.

We look better at certain angles on others not quite. Come closer let us show you.

The other half of me.

On the other end lies the unknown.

"By my time you should be home young man!"

"Is this really my good side?"

"I feel like you are peeking at me"

The white dome in the city.

"Aaaah, I am more relaxed from here, shoot away"

Taj Mal by night on bus. I love this photo.
I think on Sunday Nairobi comes out to play
Its so much fun to look at the buildings and streets
On an idle Sunday when the streets are not filled with busy individuals
You can almost see the buildings move about in their relaxation
Moving to the beats that only they can hear
Casting their shadow in architectural ways
They do something
Something different
I still haven't got a handle on what it is yet 
I think Nairobi comes out to play.

In spite of it all

I learned that some paths cross, some paths run parallel and others merge into roads. Dotted patches of where we jumped on the grass and the place we lay, flattened blades and squished pollen. We must have fertilized the grasses as we left to run across the plains. On the bright sunny day, as I chased you through the caves. Heart beating at what-if-you-really-got-lost, and beating even faster when found you I held you in my arms. Laughing loudly for long until we ran out of breadth and we stood silently close to each other. Listening to the echoes of our laughter and trying to synchronize our breathing.  In that moment of pure bliss and ecstasy with the background of the roaring sea, the breeze and the cooing of sea gulls. It was a shallow drop, from the grass to the sand to the sea, taken quickly and with glee. We were young and loud and brave and the old couple held on closer to each other as we passed them chasing each other into the salt expanse. I caught them looking back and he brushed her hair off her face and smiled. I was thinking of how I would want that when you slapped me with water on my back……