Sometimes, the impulse to pull down this page is great. (Don’t be surprised if you find it missing one of these days). One, how a writer looks shouldn’t ideally affect how her writing is received (though this isn’t the case always). Two, I have been getting more hits to this page than to any other (and this is problematic, my pictures don’t really have anything to say). Three, I have a goddamn fear of cameras, so any photo you see is something in which I have shut my soul. When I see a black box, I want to break it. Period. Four, these are not going to be of any help even to prospective mothers-in-law (because I have, sort of, found her. By the way, who in the world will want me as a marumagal?). Five, a blog isn’t orkut or Facebook, so this is highly self-indulgent, right? The only reason I put up these pictures is to let you know I am real and not an anonymous 78-year-old somebody hiding behind an assumed identity (though I am not sure why any 78-year-old has to assume my identity). The next reason is, WordPress gives me space. And then, did you notice the many brackets (I am a woman who speaks in subtexts, who swears by her subtlety, and there’s not much of that in any in-your-face photograph)
So, this is how I actually look like in photographs…
And this is how I look when I am playing with the webcam on my sister’s laptop.
(The opinion is however neatly divided on whether I look better or worse in flesh and blood…)..
Anyway… Do click on the thumbnails above to get two high-resolution, and really nice quality pictures of mine… (I love the second though… I am so happy, and strangely, haughty). If you are planning to use these, please don’t forget to credit my photojournalist friend SL Shanth Kumar.
