Taken at the Jama Masjid earlier this year.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Ode to Everything
I will always remember the night of my college graduation.
There will be none of the pictures I clicked, nor any tangible evidence that the night ever happened. But for so many reasons, it will remain unforgettable. Because of all the hugs savoured, and all the goodbyes that weren't actually said. Because of all the dancing and good conversation. Because I was struck (yet again) by how many people in my life care. And because, for the first time, I let my camera out of arm's reach, and didn't get it back. But as with all truly legendary nights, I would do it all again.
There are so many people I want to thank, not just for making this one night special, but for making college the place it is to me. And when I first sat down to write this post over a week ago, I penned down a whole series of individual thank yous. But then I realised there could be no end to the number of people I could include on that list. So I will deluge you all with my gratitude individually, either in words or in kind, but definitely in due course.
Anyway, with finals nudging their way into the horizon, and people of the night taking off with my belongings, I am a little short on novel photographic adventures right now. So until I can work up the courage to post photos in low-resolution (thank god for camera phones), or the funds to make a shiny new purchase, I will post from the archives. The pictures that have been waiting for their debutante ball. Let's start with a few shots from a day out in Geneva, almost exactly a year ago.
Dandelion fields, duck families, and a sunset. Let's bring on the nostalgia.
There will be none of the pictures I clicked, nor any tangible evidence that the night ever happened. But for so many reasons, it will remain unforgettable. Because of all the hugs savoured, and all the goodbyes that weren't actually said. Because of all the dancing and good conversation. Because I was struck (yet again) by how many people in my life care. And because, for the first time, I let my camera out of arm's reach, and didn't get it back. But as with all truly legendary nights, I would do it all again.
There are so many people I want to thank, not just for making this one night special, but for making college the place it is to me. And when I first sat down to write this post over a week ago, I penned down a whole series of individual thank yous. But then I realised there could be no end to the number of people I could include on that list. So I will deluge you all with my gratitude individually, either in words or in kind, but definitely in due course.
Anyway, with finals nudging their way into the horizon, and people of the night taking off with my belongings, I am a little short on novel photographic adventures right now. So until I can work up the courage to post photos in low-resolution (thank god for camera phones), or the funds to make a shiny new purchase, I will post from the archives. The pictures that have been waiting for their debutante ball. Let's start with a few shots from a day out in Geneva, almost exactly a year ago.
Dandelion fields, duck families, and a sunset. Let's bring on the nostalgia.
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