Death does not fascinate me, Neither does it instill fear. It is just an occurrence, like so many other occurrences. I have known death. Seen it from close quarters. Strangely it has failed to stir me. I cried, only just. I reflected, only just. I remembered, maybe a little more than only just. Heartless, it may sound, but that is how it is.
I was standing on the terrace when I saw this dead bird. Never had I felt so melancholy, so depressed and so cold. This had to be captured. So here it is…’Death’ in all her glory, beauty and mystery….