I think

Driving at dusk

Dusk upsets me.  Give me a bright day, I am happy. Give me a dark night, well, I am not exactly happy, but at least I don't palpitate.  Dawn is fine, in fact I love it, although it seems ages since I saw one.  Dusk however, makes me very uncomfortable.  When the sky is not totally dark, but the buildings silhoute against it, and the manmade lights are already on, I feel the urgent need to go into the house, switch on all the tube lights in the house and sit bathed in brightness.

Today on our way back from Landmark where the kiddo attended a quiz on Harry Potter (I'll write about it perhaps if I have more energy), it was dusk when we passed the erstwhile "downtown" of Chennai - Mount Road.  The pictures don't make dusk any less depressing than reality.

 

An ORANGE House !  I mean...excuse me?

Glass painting after a long time

I bought this design more than a year back and even did the stone paintings soon after. But then, life took over and I did not have the time, inclination or energy to sit and finish this painting. 

Yesterday, sudden inspiration struck and over a course of three hours, I finished the painting fully. It has to be framed next week.

I am thinking of gifting it to dude's grandmother when I meet her next month.

For the uninitated, the painting is of the presiding Deities of Tirupati - Srinivasar and Alarmelvalli thaayaar. 

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Image stolen shamelessly from LeendaDLL. Loved it.

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Photos from cell phone camera

A jet flying over the stadium sky

Kasturibai Nagar Metro Rail Station

Evening Blaze

Who am I?

There seem to be several people

Locked up inside of me

Fighting a constant battle

For my identity

Some times they keep me prisoner

Sometimes they set me free

Is one of them my true being

Is one of them really me?