2:30 A.M

 

Sagnik Samanta 

 

2:30 A.M, it was dark and quiet. I was strolling among the stalls, which were all shut, pitched for poush Mela in Santiniketan. There was no sign of life. It felt like tracking my path inside a surreal world. All life which enveloped the fair few hours ago had suddenly become standstill. For that very moment the known fair, which I have been visiting for last fifteen years, came upon with a new reality. I was equally feeling alienated in this new space around me. The known space and their objects responded back with a fresh meaning of life.

The objects I captured are mundane but in perspective of the time they brought forwarded a differing understanding, contradicting our previous known knowledge. Sometimes reality isn't always what we see.