‘Magic realism’ and The Return of Haru

Yesterday afternoon I came home early for lunch. I was in rush as I was very hungry and it was too hot outside. Just as I got off the rickshaw, all of a sudden Haru appears at the street. By now I’ve got familiar with these awkward encounters. But I was happy to see him, that he has returned.

Me: Hello Mr. Haru, what are you doing here?

Haru: (Slowly lights his cigarette)

‘I am not here.’

Me: mmm…sorry?

Haru: Yes! What it might look like that I’m here, but actually am not. I’m not here. This isn’t happening.

Me: Not quit following you.

Haru: Well you see Protick, this is all part of Magic Realism. Although your thoughts are real, the world you are living is more unreal! Depending on the situation you could be at one place or several and I may have wings.

Slowly the smoke that was coming out of Haru’s cigarette filled up the entire area and I flew away.

Haru, Galaxi M82 and a Hyper Drive

It was midnight. I find myself walking in the street alone. Suddenly someone called me by my name. I look back. There was this guy. He was not moving or coming any closer. Just standing there. As if he was there for eternity. It was dark; couldn’t see his face clearly. I shouted who is this??? He replied, Protick, don’t you recognize me? I said no. who are you? He replied: This is Haru.

I was surprised. So you are Haru! I know you…I read your stories. Saw you on the moon few weeks back. What are you doing here in the middle of the night? He said, I was passing by, just came by to say hello to you. I asked, where will you go now? Haru replied, I am off to the M82 Galaxy, also known as the Cigar Galaxi. Just to see how it is. I said, Ok.. See you again!

Here is a photo of Haru taking a Hyper drive.

Hurt

This is how mother looks like, when she is sad and lonely.

Yesterday, she was sad and little angry on me. Most of the time I do not listen to her. Here I don’t remember what i did. Later I found her in her room, heads down, looking outside the window. I wonder what she thinks. But there are things we never know about.

What Remains on ‘Punctum’ Magazine

Curated By Shahidul Alam, Text by Jonathon Lee. ‘What Remains’ on the latest issue of  Punctum: the world’s first pan Asiatic photography magazine.

From the balcony…

Rain, beautiful rain. The year of ‘Rain’ begins.

Michael

Wasif + Reetu

27th, February 2013. It’s been 2 hours, Michael came to this world. I am very sad because i could not take any picture of him. There were so many people at the hospital and I had to leave. But I am happy because finally he has arrived. There is so much love here just for him.

God bless Michael. and the new family.

Snow

My younger sister progga stands in front of the car. She is very very shy and speaks very little. Only smiles. And how beautiful she looks when she smiles! Just as i was saying goodbye to them, it started snowing. I experienced snow for the first time ever.