Postcards

A phantasmagoria of daily strolls and rare adventures. This blog is born out of images streamed from a cellphone camera.

[metamorphesque]

— Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909

[text ID: All the months are crude experiments, out of which the perfect September is made.]

[schadenfreudist]

“There are some things one remembers even though they may never have happened.”

— Harold Pinter (via mythologyofblue)

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The day I learn to not isolate myself for long periods of time to where I have to relearn how to socialise it’s over for you bitches

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barot

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Calcutta

[livaniana]

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Look yellow tiara.

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The Withering.

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Auto rides in Mumbai are love

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Cochin - 2019 Kochi-Muziris Biennale Graffiti

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My life lines.

Love is them :-)

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This is Bombay which is disappearing fast like an impatient lover.

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