This was amoung the first set of snaps I clicked from my first camera. What was before a jungle was being transformed slowly. City-scapes were changing with time.. Bombay was not the same anymore.
I cannot decide what I like more: the soaring building with pimples of AC’s, or the almost fragile branch, showing its last signs of existance. I listen to one of my favorite songs of Pink Floyd everyday to and fro from office called “Wish you were here”. The fist part of the lyrics are below.
“So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?”
