One morning I decided to go for a photo walking. I was staying in the area called Kundanahalli, in Bangalore. I started walking on the street towards whitefield. On my way I came across a pottery where all the freshly made pots were kept neatly arranged. I could smell the morning fresh air mixed with the sweet smell of earth . There were different forms of art being practiced here. The potter working his magic on the pots, was an amazing art to see and experience, though I couldn't capture that in my camera, the memories will remain fresh sealed in my heart..
One other place that drew my interest was a small area on the side of the main road cluttered with some discarded statues of Gods and Goddesses. They were very finely detailed and lots in number. I thought it would make an interesting subject.
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