Expressions during the expansion of Universe. I never really wanted to write this story mostly because the events of this story is bad in some ways. But it made me a little more than I was before that. Thus I decided to write it down. The camp few kilometers away from Basuki Taal. View from tent, Basuki Taal camp site. Basuki Taal at a distance. Behind those ridges lies Kedarnath. The trails were broken by r.

Endless contemplation, boundless confusions, still unaware of what I seek. A respite or a siphon? A huge entangled web of thoughts, growing larger and fuzzier, making me difficult to breathe. As I look out of my window, I see the mango tree. Pregnant with sweetness that every living soul desires, never does it fails to give, till the time tires. So much to think, so less to say. When can I ever fill this void? Incomplete as it sounds,. I will still leave it that way.

How about being the best nobody? Beauty of sadistic computers. Is she an old little hag? Why the hell she hates computers which has helped science in the ways no one can imagine! However one tries to explain it. even if God comes and decides to teach me. No thank you! April 1, 2013. Do you like my poem? .

And so it begins, again. But I suppose this is a start, and there is still time. And so I begin, again. A wedding in Sultan Mosque in Singapore, the oldest mosque in Singapore I think. Or at least the most touristy. This was processed into HDR with 3 shots. Then edited in photoshop, lightroom and colour fx pro. A return to the pinnacles, with some new gear.

Taking things, that provoke me, to its logical ends. Stains on the bridge and garbage floating on the surface of the river. However, if you watch from the Bridge during night time, then you would see what I mean. No, I am wrong. It reminds us of life, not death. Posted in Life at IISER-K. Posted by Mohit on May 31, 2015.