I walked the streets
of the city in the
heat,
while the rains came
and
washed me and
then its air became
pleasant – all the
while
pictures and words
were formed – some
came to get attached
to my mirror and
leaves, some spoke
to me and brought my
inner being onto
themseleves,
others got lost in
the
metropolis of crowded
millions; I got
busy with heartaches,
meanwhile the city was
grinding me to make
me into a substance
of calm, clearness
and courage –
it threw out the pulp
of dimness and doubt
and nurtured the
loving, trusting,
frolicking me
Photography and verse: © Sanchita C 2014
Photos were taken in Mumbai
