"What happens when I look the other way ?
The memories come back , just to say hey .
Everyday I walk around ,
Transforming the art into sound .
I hear colours streaming by ,
I taste the paintbrush as it flies by .
Inspiration is always around the corner here ,
you just have to know how to look ,
and yes you are permitted to shed a tear .
come join me as I roam through here,
 to understand the meaning of love , joy and fear ."

The first time I came to this city I must admit I wasn’t impressed .I saw chaos everywhere from the random piles of dirt scattered everywhere and the murky puddles of water which my shoes always expressed an overt attraction towards , this city was an obsessive compulsive nightmare ! I used to be in a boarding school up at a hill station and I was never used to the chaos that I was now plunged into .This was a picture I took during my first week in Bombay while I was still figuring out how to navigate through the local train system , but when I looked at these three men squatting on the platform suddenly I didn’t feel so alone .This city then seemed beautiful after that moment , there was beauty in the chaos and there was a sense of magnificence in the way people led their lives here .I took this picture on my phone and once I got home I printed it out and I added detail to it using fine pointed ink pens and I added a sheet of plastic onto It and took a picture of that picture and went on to edit it on Photoshop and I added a bit of magic to it .This picture instills a sense of hope and I am no longer afraid to dream for it was this city that taught me how .

This picture is a tribute to her .