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Frames Of Water Colour...

Water, thy name is life. Truly said, in all the possible senses - real or surreal, it feels to me when I see water, creating different frames of human life. I live in the area of the city which, in almost every alternate year, during the rainy season, gets flooded. A heavy down pour and the locality is waterlogged disrupting daily life. While I think how my daughter will go to school, the little girl living in the mud house in the neighbourhood, goes out chest deep to fetch drinking water. The old man living on the street tries to save his family, the two stray dogs that live with him, by pulling them on the cement slab he sleeps on. At the same time, to the other end of the alley, I saw a man in that chest deep water rushing to help another man on a wheelchair who was about to fall. When this man is saved from falling into the water, I saw a boy jumping into the flood water from upon a van, as if the street was his swimming pool.


All these and many more such contrasting compositions paint a whole new picture of my city coloured by water. Life represents itself in different moods, range of expression dipped in pool of emotion and reiterates in my ears, live life to express, not to impress.