life Anatolia - Bir I have travelled far on the trail Have I looked enough? Have I watched enough? Have I waited enough? I went to The Blue Camii Mirrored by that hallowed And time-worn citadel of stories Of wails and praises Of ignorance and of Sophia I have walked through the bazaars of
life Colours of the Desert While the tigers of Ranthambore are camouflaging with the dry grass landscape, the humans of Rajasthan are a tempest of colours in the blaze of the burning sky. But I see only monochrome, like in all the derelict cities and towns of the world. Squalor, utter squalor. Redeemed only by
life Bookshops of Istanbul Some on the high street, some in quiet bylanes. Some resembling fashion stores, some hiding in plain sight. The bookshops of Istanbul are beautiful. I am still in disbelief at having seen Adorno, Strauss, Gasset and more on the shelves in a store.
life A Town A derelict, forgotten town; no different from any other town. People forget a town; governments and rulers forget a town; Gods despise them. This town has forgotten itself. Like a plague infesting the mind, making it dream of mould and rust.
life Karakas Camii - Antalya A lazy winter day in the old town area of Antalya. Beige cladding, clay tiles and the orange tree overhanging the doorway.
