“Remember the day it rained? after you hung up, I was staring at the
raindrops on my windowpane. I cried like a child. I cried for all the
bad times, for all the disappointments and failures, for all the
hopes and expectations upon me, cried because you weren’t here, I cried because I had so much more to say to you. ”
We see this sight a lot of times and even try putting our hands out to feel the rain once in a while. This is perhaps one of the most clicked picture of monsoons, but this picture stands out because of the amazing contrast between the blacks and whites. The focus is bang on the center of the hand, leaving everything else blurred, giving this an ethereal feel.
Snap courtesy – Pratik Prasenjit
you can find more of his work at his photography page.
Petrichor is the smell of rain on dry earth.The rains wreaked havoc this year with major floods all across
Orissa. Yet there is something about the rains – the cacophony of people running for shelter, the long
drives in the rain, the glass of tea at the nearest bhaina dokan.
But many would agree when I say that the essence of rain cannot be captured on a camera.
The rain drops have to be felt,
The aroma has to be inhaled,
The moment has to be lived.