Framed Stories

There are times when a passing glimpse through a window or on a street corner, that I didn’t pay much attention to at the time, sticks with me longer than any travel memory.

A poignant scene, a mysterious face, those fleeting fragments of life, that register in my subconscious and return to haunt me.

Old lady - Varanasi

And then, too late, I want to know their stories….

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Hi, I'm Madhu. Wanderer. Travel blogger. Story teller. Bitten late and hard by the travel bug, I am on a mission to make up for lost time.

47 thoughts on “Framed Stories

  1. Brilliant capture Madhu. Seated in the dilapidated building the woman’s expression lends itself very well for an interesting case study.

    Cheers and greetings for the season.

  2. I get that a lot when I look at my portrait shots. I always feel like interviewing them afterwards. 😀 Merry Christmas, Madhu.

  3. I don’t know which I love more; the beauty of the photo or the beauty of your prose. Fleeting fragments of life; that really resonates with me for some reason, Madhu. Sometimes I think that’s all there is, and we spend our lives trying to weave the fragments together into something we can make sense of. Lovely post.

  4. have a serene end of December and a bright new year! 🙂 my very best and friendly thoughts, Mélanie – just back from sunny Gran Canaria… olé! 🙂

  5. I know what you mean. My travel has been informed by those transient images. Perhaps they are still with you, absorbed into your dreams.

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