Storytelling & Photography

  • Hampi pt 1: Savasana (Into the Bardo)

    Hampi pt 1: Savasana (Into the Bardo)

    xlvi i’m astate of greyscale. i feel stripped. is this freedom or aloneness? i exitthe train.unlikeany reality i’ve experienced before.  arrivedin darki watchthe blackbird flickering his wings, “aajao”. (come) he flutters into the sky like a whim- perching on a rooftop ledge, he calls me.  i climb repaired stairsi seethe guru, standing, presence like a lion. fierce.  the sunrising,sunlight…

  • Hauz Khas Arrival (Into the Bardo)

    Hauz Khas Arrival (Into the Bardo)

    xlix i awake.  far from home,i sense it.this is unlike before… a thread softly knitted into my sternum pulls me – “challo” (let’s go)  i exit a buildingleaving behindwhite wallsand florescent lighting. i step into a side street, the air, smoggy and misty – sets the toneof mystic arrival.  “go.” i wander down a rustic alley, New Delhi ambience,street carts, food vendors,infusing…

  • Vancouver Departures pt 1 (Into the Bardo)

    Vancouver Departures pt 1 (Into the Bardo)

    “what is it like to die?”  i asked. so small. so timid. my words, unveiling fate. aware of what’s to come, i cannot backtrack.  thirty two hours from now.. departure. time is not linear, and in this moment, i need it to freeze. he is this embodiment. he is this person. with him, i feel bonded.like family, from another time.  i…

  • Vancouver Departure, pt 2 (Into the Bardo)

    Vancouver Departure, pt 2 (Into the Bardo)

    blackened sky,crimson coat,widened eyes.vancity, love. i’m left standing on granville street,Vancouver. traffic blocked.  waiting. gulping down,potentials,that you willarrive soon. sipping humid air,chilling tension,two bags packed.no return.  i am left exposed, tender, raw.my brothers ashi brought to sea here, now i’m awarewhat’s to come.unknowinghow to feel. i breathe calm. you are here.  you get out of the car, opening the…

  • Cancer Moon (Prelude to India)

    Cancer Moon (Prelude to India)

    i am pulled.to where, i dont know. but i go, into the cold, into the night, alone.  i am miles from home reached first by car, but now i am on foot. it is winter in Alberta prairies. the white snow is muted grey, with outline of trees against black skies. i am not properly dressed, i feel burning in my finger…

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