Brick Lane, London

Graffiti & Street art, Retro style clothing market, Art exhibitions, Street market, Curry houses and Masala Chai – yes, I am talking about Brick lane.

Situated in east London, Brick lane is a vibrant place for shoppers, artists, designers and street photographers (special mention). Street photographers, we can spot them camouflaged in the crowd or at the corner of street trying to capture the mood of the market. I joined the flock last Sunday when I decided to take on my fear of photographing people on the street.

I decided to walk from Bethnal Green which is on central line on London’s tube network and within 20 minutes I found myself in the labyrinth of cobbled streets. Once one reaches here it is entirely up to him how he satisfies his soul – pleasure of shopping of jewelry, trendy clothing, delicious Bangladesi food & sweets or just take a feel of place; I was there to fight my fear.

I am posting my favorite here though it is not a street shot with people. For more photographs of Brick lane please visit my Flickr page

http://www.flickr.com/photos/73153746@N04/

For more information on Brick lane market please visit

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Flower Bud – Perspective

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Object looking very beautiful to one can be an orinary sight for another – its all about perspective

Here’s what I want to say about ‘Weekly Photo Challenge: Perspective’

Daily Prompt: Our House

Our house, it was not built of bricks and mortar but was made of people. Every morning Grandpa’s Sanskrit chanting in my deep sleep was bliss. There was Grandma giving instruction to virtually everyone while plucking flowers for worship. I can still imagine Mom in the kitchen, preparing breakfast and tea at the same time helping my Dad find his stuff before he starts his arduous day. Every morning there was clamoring of utensils and people speaking simultaneously. All this commotion was never a turn down but a sweet music to the ears. Our house still holds these sound vibrations. 

Every festival, small or big, was yet another excuse for uncles, aunts, cousins to get together not just to celebrate but to catch up on latest in their respective lives. Our house was not just full of guests but also with sweet smell of delicacies which were unique for each festival. There was no telephone, internet, facebook or any other modern communication paraphernalia but still our house was witness of a connection between all of us.

Now time has passed and our house is changed so is our life. Now the entire globe is our house. The medium to express love has changed but our house still witnesses the same warmth.            

This post is my contribution in Daily Prompt: Our House challenge