If you want to go there right now, nothing less easy: https://goo.gl/maps/7Ac8umNUFDJ2 Cave 19. Ajanta Caves. Maharashtra, India, 2014.
Author Archives: Abhaya
The logical mind like to feel secure finding or building up patterns, hopelessly, in a world in constant mutation. Surely there must be some foundations right? Someone must have let some somewhere? The Kailasanatha Temple. Ellora, Maharashtra, India, 2014.
Success takes time.
In search of a filament for his electric lamp, Thomas Edison carbonized and tested 6000 specimens of bamboo. Three of them worked. Before that, he had tried thousands of other materials, from cotton thread to chicken feathers. The Beatles were turned down by every record company in England before they made it big. Michael Jordan …
What did I care about monks and monasteries?
The world is open out before me, with all its entertainments and pleasures. Everything can be mine, with my intelligence and my five senses I can rob all treasures and empty them all. Does it matter how much of its luxuries I can have and how many I’ll never reach? Living in a cave, in …
Pride in India.
Homosexuality is mostly a taboo subject in Indian, Section 377 of the Indian Penal Code makes sex with persons of the same gender punishable by law. But the Supreme Court of India overturned that ruling on 11 December 2013, stating that the Court was instead deferring to Indian legislators to provide the sought-after clarity. Public …
Back to school.
I was setting up my tripod and checking my focus when those two subjects decided that my camera was certainly more interesting than the over 1300 years old carved cave and statues around. I pulled the focus a bit closer, then triggered. Ellora Caves. Maharashtra, India, 2014.
This was Father’s day.
To all the good Dads out there, close or far away. Jalgaon, Maharashtra, India, 2014.
The hardest thing in life.
So many things in life we’ve been through, only to have to accept. So many things we wished deep in our heart that never came to us, only to have to let go. Challenging oneself, again and again, to make the past feel less tough, just a little less every time, accepting and letting go. …