©Sharanya Manola; Somewhere after the Jageswar temple, Almora, Uttarakhand
For someone like me, who can barely draw a line, a camera is an equivalent of a paint brush. Whenever I go home my sensory receptors go crazy and want to soak up everything: from the spring-born leaves to fragile twigs. For an obvious reason perhaps this is my most favourite photograph. I time-travel every time I see it.
I can feel the texture of the rings of a tree trunk and cover myself in the ochre-yellow of withered leaves and pale grass. With ‘today’ and ‘yesterday’ intertwined in my bagful of memories, I feel more alive than I will ever be.
April 2014 ~