Pune is a city full of surprises. Long walls, buildings, greay, brown, dull, cracked, and then suddenly a flash of blue. Maybe door, maybe window. Bright sky-blue, peeking put through shades of grey.
Like.... a fucshia-pink bra strap peeking out from a nun's habit. That's old Pune. A nun with rainbow lingerie. 
College students roam the streets, walking, biking, laughing. I could almost be one of them. Lost. Shorts. Jhola. Camera.
I roam the streets, looking for beauty. Looking...for the unexpected.
8 comments:
Aah Pune! Brilliantly subtle yet surprising :)
:D
I will be one of them, in July.
and, err, yes I am a, uhm, long-time-follwer. :)
Mystique,
Oh! you have taken me back to 1962-65 and 1979-82. I would love to settle down there. Beautiful city with so many place to visit around.
Take care
Beautifully described!
Girl your imagination rocks..keep blogging!
aaah dear old pune, how I miss her.. i'll always rue the fact I didn't go to college there..
2 ki: yup, exactly what i'd meant.
2 nocturnal insomniac: :D and, um, hi, um. lol
2 jack: haha, true.
2 misanthrope: thanks much :)
2 jane doe: i won't either, actually.
lucky u to hav a nice experience. i went there mainly to experience the 'marathi feel' in the air. had a disastrous time. ppl can't even talk proper marathi.
This was a llovely blog post
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