Lens of eyes
On a not-so-hot day last week, I was walking down the quiet streets of Bandra trying to find my way to a cafe.
My attention was arrested by this blue face painted on the door of what seemed like an abandoned warehouse. The painting extended and covered the wall next to it. Reflection of iron stairs from the building next door crossed her face as if to contain her beauty and emotions.
She had a melancholic yet serene countenance. The colourful wild hair flowing in the wind seemed like rays of chaotic thoughts projecting out of her mind in all directions. The bright sunlight brought a new life to her colors. She was contemplative and joyful.
I had to stop to take her picture.