Regular Sunday. Sitting on my couch in the study room, making notes for reviewing a photography book, had just turned on the laptop to check my Twitter feed when, suddenly, the power was cut.|
It’s summers here in North India, which usually means that the air-conditioner is running and I can hear almost nothing of the sounds outside my window. And the authorities cut the power usually when rain and strong winds are suspected, which I wasn’t expecting today because it had been a bright day. I got up, peeked out my window and saw trees swishing around in the wind. Almost instantly, there was a slight drizzle and I could see storm clouds. I jumped toward my camera that is usually resting on my work table and unlocked the balcony doors and stepped out.
There was already a puddle of water and the door slammed shut behind me. The outside of the door doesn’t have a door-handle so I was stuck till someone came from inside and opened the door for me. But I was hardly aware of that as I started making some images. There wasn’t much going on but I kept my eye on the viewfinder and shot the surroundings. The rain started lashing at me and I got the camera wet a bit and then the door was opened and I shot back inside.
After the above picture, I was a tad disappointed at not catching something nice in the frame, yet happy to have been soaked a little in the rain and drenched in the cool breeze and the general feeling of elation that accompanies rains. [ For me personally. I love rains. ] I downloaded the images to the desktop and nonchalantly scrolled through them picking out three that I thought I could do “something” with. My eye was also on the window to my side to check if the sky was changing. It did. And I was out again.
I shot the above and was elated that I had managed to get in a few frames with color and the frame with the birds. Yay! Now I could think about making a blog post out of it. I know storm photographs are overrated – especially when you’re on a balcony on the fourth floor in a residential society in the so-called metropolitan city of Noida, but I like making pictures.
So I downloaded this batch as well and selected a few – again glancing out the window – you know – just in case. And there it was. A glorious break in the clouds. I literally dropped whatever I was doing, unplugged the camera and dashed out again. This time I was met by a wall of mosquitoes and the light didn’t seem like it would stay long so I snapped up whatever I could get – only the sky this time because no other subject or point of interest was needed. One happy panda I am. Serendipity and Noida power cuts. Who would have thought?
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