This pic was taken inside St Patrick’s Church, Bangalore. Taken after I atttened the late evening, Sunday
Epitaph:
I fell in love with Epitaphs reading it from the news dailies. Those carefully written beautifully verse mostly touched up the survivor’s grief & regrets.
Whenever I read an epitaph, I ask myself, “How did this person live his/her life”, What did they accomplish in Did they touch other people’s lives in a positive or negative way? Did they leave behind something of value for others, will the people miss this person?
Some verse are very touching, some just reflect the year, time and age. The one I like are those, which reflect the grief, the bond left by the departed.
Few months back, I went to Hosur Cemetry, Bangalore and captured many of the old rustic graves of old settlers of Bangalore. The moment I spend around shooting took me back in time when these loved ones were lovered to the 7 feet grave. How was it back in that time?
Soon, we too will follow to a grave, to be left to share the tales with the old folks







