through the plastic window

no rain, joy nevertheless...

dropping possibilities...

hands raise...

too many things to ask for...too many hands now

on the way to heaven...

honey drops stings...

bloodless riots are fine...

HIS STORY cackles...

ENTER: ADALAJ NI VAV/ STEPWELL OF ADALAJ

leading to the well...

divinity not left alone...

bearing parables

The Darbar

design display

architectural inspiration

the overlooking floors

Facing the well...

Ahmedabad Jama Masjid

and...its magnificent dome...colour sprinkled

artistic excellence...

myriad pillars rhyming the glories of time fargone...

the speaking tree

pillars of strength....

Standing ovation

the sprawling Sarkhej Roza

the tattered soul...

the parched up reservoir...(now)

then... a year back...

baradari: a shade

the designer ventilator

cluster of hope behind Sarkhej Roza

Welcomes Lothal

store houses

the dockyard all dry...(now)

(then)...2yrs back...

play of colour at New Iscon Temple,Ahmedabad

familiar Graffitti ...

no matter what the scripture says, people would do what comes natural to them:the board on the right hand side forbids sleeping in the mosque

the famous stepwell of Adalaj showed us our dump too

Interestingly...Rani no Haziro reflected the neglect, a shelter to many homeless, its in a verge of being consigned to oblivion...

peace found here

light and shadow:evening falls,Jama Masjid waves good bye...

R.I.P

followed by her attendants the Queen rests in peace