Thursday, November 21, 2013

Photo Story One

I always imagined myself as Tintin and ma named him kuttush.( The Bengali brethren of snowy)

Our adventures would dominate the deserted boulevards of salt-lake, the endless rambling associated with two youngsters never ceasing to see the world. The more the better, you know.

These days I walk alone.
This Old man just silently asks me to take photographs of the places I have been.
He perhaps wishes he was a little young.

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