I don't know if any of you know that feeling...
the feeling of standing at a point in a certain place...certain spot...watching the light slant across in that precise manner....shooting off motes of dust particles....drawing the eye more towards the shadows and crevices...
a not so exact sense of deja vu but ..
but wondering rather ,
if someone at some point of time ...has stood or will stand ... ever... at this exact place and spot and see what you see....feel what you feel....
and more importantly
if they will wonder about the exact same thing....
this is what i remember ...above all , about the moment of making this photograph . Taken at the qutub minar delhi...
“I have buried you in every place I’ve been. You keep ending up in my shaking hands.” —Bon Iver
~o0o~
