being brown

Words are superfluous

With inspiration like the Brahmaputra, the internal conflict is whether to put words to my feelings and kill it for myself but bring it alive for others or just be selfish.

The brahmaputra and the gulmohar

An almost bare tree on the banks of the brahmaputra

The boughs of the gulmohar threaten its flowers

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A boat acknowledging the setting sun

fishermen after a day's work

Fokir !

Rickshaw colour riot

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4 responses

  1. zerode

    Thanks for the beautiful photos. And I think there are ways to put feelings into words that don’t damage those feelings – sometimes they can even hone them, heighten them, certainly help us understand and appreciate them. That’s poetry, really, isn’t it?

    May 14, 2010 at 4:41 am

  2. sumanyav

    Thanks, Nick. Well, i agree but I also think that in the effort to concretise an experience, part of it is lost. Ofcourse, it doesnt mean that we stop putting to words what we experience. But i think its important to be conscious of the process.

    May 15, 2010 at 4:37 am

  3. Sonali

    ASSAM!!!! YAY!!!

    Where was this exactly? Very pretty pictures!

    July 1, 2010 at 2:23 pm

  4. sumanyav

    sonali, these were taken in Guwahati…the brahmaputra ran behind the cottage in which we were put up. Ofcourse, I got to see the river in Dibrugarh, albeit a very different river which was lovely too….perhaps I will put those pics up later.

    July 1, 2010 at 7:23 pm

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