The book store that we siblings used to frequent when we were quite young. This was when I obsessively read every hardy boy I could lay my hands on and fell really hard for Frank Hardy. Those were wonderful days spent kneeling on the floor and poking through a collection of books, trying hard to pick out only a few from the rows and rows of books that little shop held.
“Many people, myself among them, feel better at the mere sight of a book.”
― Jane Smiley, Thirteen Ways of Looking at the Novel
I am just gonna put up pictures and scenes that catch my interest. I do like nature and I like fiddling around with a camera so as I go through life in South India, any 'moment' that seems worthy of being captured and frozen in time will find a way to my blog... so that years from now, when I am well into the fossilizing stage, future generations will see the world through my eyes and try to sustain her. I wish I could do more for our enchanting planet, after all she is the basis of life...