Lens and Landmarks

Moments, Marked and Remembered

Wanderings

Spotted this beautifully preserved Premier Padmini tucked into the timeless streets of Fort Kochi. Once the pride of Indian roads — a sedan of elegance and stature in its era. Still holding its charm, still turning heads.

This red post box isn’t just metal and paint — it holds the weight of stories. I’ve seen the letters my father once wrote to my mother, the words that traveled from my grandparents to their children. Each one waited for, treasured, and remembered. Before instant messages, there were moments sealed in envelopes — and this box was the keeper of them all.

It was another rainy day of remote work — grey skies, heavy downpour. I hadn’t picked up my camera in a while, but something about the light made me reach for it. Just a quick test shot of the Royal Enfield parked outside… but the depth, the mood, the texture — that one frame reminded me why a bigger sensor isn’t just about clarity. It’s about how a photo feels.

It rained endlessly in Pondicherry — not a quiet drizzle, but the kind that soaks streets, blurs windows, and slows down time. I ducked into a small café, drawn by the golden glow inside and the promise of something warm. The shelves were lined with pastries — flaky, sweet, and familiar. I picked my favorite, found a seat by the fogged-up glass, and let the world drip and pour outside. There’s something magical about enjoying what you love, exactly when the weather gives you a reason to pause.

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