Namma Dakshina Kannada

Being away from my home town for nearly two years had grown inside me as a strong desire to visit the coastal towns of Karnataka again. After being postponed nearly three times, my trip was confirmed...Welcome to my journey, a journey through the frozen frames from my memory. Walking through the streets of Mangalore, hunting for interesting insects and flowers in my grandma's garden, watching the sun set behind the calm waters of a river, a fisherman bringing in the day's catch, birdwatching in the bends of the Kudhremukh Highway, shaking off the wriggly leeches, soaking in the cool and refreshing atmosphere in the mountains, watching the mist crawling towards us, playing in the rain along the edge of swollen stream. These are some of the prominent segments of my 'memory-playback'. Take a peek...

Lonely Pup

Brooms for sale


Juiced!


The vendor and his golden bajjis


Need just one coin


Tugging at the day's catch


Move on or fall prey to a high-speed coconut


Ixora flowers


A Lynx spider waiting...


Out of the darkness


Watching the clouds arrive


Even the sun sleeps...


Lush Forest


Chilly hills, rolling mists


Thirsty for blood


Conquered by the forest


Muscle in the mountains


A path leading into the unknown...


Moss on wall


A Basil flower


Rain = Fun, in Karkala

...and just as there is an end to everything that is enjoyable, I opened my eyes and the scenes in front of me dissolved. I was back into the future.