Walkers, a photo-essay from Road No. 5, Bandra.

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In the stillness, they pass. The street is empty once more.

 

Living at my window for the first sixty days of the lockdown I observed a trail of walkers, vicariously living lives, shut away in mine.

The sun would set and out they came, walking the road, looping back a few times before they disappeared into the darkness. The shutter slowed down to reflect the mind, an impression of time smudged into memory.

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~ VRS