a house on the street, Badami

Badami caves

street life, Badami

a portrait of a passer-by, Badami

Badami

agasthya theertha tank, Badami

shadows on sandstone, Badami

streets of Badami

street children at banashankari

parched earth of the banashankari tank. Badami

pigs, the rulers of Badami. ...the pigs were the ultimate fascination for me. they symbolised absolute greed, a perpetual sense of urgency to eat; as if they would die if they weren't looking for food and the kind of disgust they were buried in was an absolute interest for me. i tried quite a few shots of these pigs, some nice moments went past without the shutter release because i stood frozen by their actions. some of them were actually hostile and made noises scary enough to keep me at bay. but i liked them, deep down i do think they are nice beings and i shall always nurture my dream of having one these 'cute' creatures as my pet some day.

banashankari temple, Badami

banashankari temple, Badami

tonga stand, Badami

children on the streets, Badami

women at the agasthya theertha ghat

caves at Badami

celebration, Badami

view of the town, Badami

house among the rocks, Badami

native, Badami

on the banks of the Agasthya Theertha tank. Badami.

morning at the doctor's garden.

a guest at neel kumar's.

Sunrise at the Sharavathy Valley WS

an oil lamp for the night. one of the many rewards of a trek into the interior malnad is a chance to time-travel. the moments that i spent with these wonderful people is something i will always talk about. we sat down in the foyer after a really tasty dinner and conversed looking at the flickering faces. they still use the aeon old oil lamp and it seemed to perfectly fit into their lives. i wouldn't change a thing about it. yes, the towns had electricity but their houses aren't yet ready to bring in the damned thing. well, thank god!

an evening try to frame the sky and the stream. standing on the wooden bridge i thought this was a nice way to get the two...

children playing near the wooden bridge. a huge tree had fallen across this stream and its trunk was neatly chiselled away to form a bridge.

neel kumar's house. we passed this side of his home as we started on an evening stroll.