My box of hope.

My box of hope.

I received my box of hope today. With all my clothes inside, methinks. Fedexed. I haven’t opened it. I’ll probably open it tomorrow. Or the next day. And unpack my clothes. Clothes left in hope.

Grief is good once you decide to walk through it. I’m treating this as a death, because whenever we lose people we love, it is a death. And I’m saying grief is good because I’ve decided to walk through it. Carry my cross. Surrender.


One thing I am grateful for, in receiving this box of hope, is that I once again see a glimpse of the person I thought I knew. Good heart. Generous spirit. The man who took responsibility. It got lost somewhere.

But with this box of hope, I see a glimpse of it again, and for that, even if my heart bleeds, I am grateful today.

For this box of hope.

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On my almost-daily-walk to Sahil.


Door to my apartment building.  Baku, Azerbaijan.

Door to my apartment building. Baku, Azerbaijan


Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
Emily Dickinson

A real challenge for me.

Tried looking for photos of broken objects in my albums. Couldn’t find any. So yesterday, while I was riding a rickshaw, I tried to look for broken things, then I started thinking–What is broken? Can it be something that’s under construction? What if something is broken but still works? That would be half of Bombay.

I snapped a photo of my broken door chain. So mundane. So ordinary. Couldn’t figure out how to make it extraordinary. So I walked down the stairs and snapped these–

Guess what this is?

Continued walking. Walking outside my building. Snapping. Liked this shot.

Then it started rain. Monsoon season. Saw a broken wall. But didn’t want to ruin my camera. Walked home.

Perhaps will continue my broken hunt tomorrow.