The Other Pune

Roaming the streets of Old Pune is like stepping into a different era. Here, time seems to linger, allowing one to savor each moment. The light doesn't gleam off modern structures but filters softly through the ancient banyans, casting dappled shadows. This part of the city isn't characterized by hurried steps or the constant buzz of technology. Instead, the air is filled with the sweet melody of life: the jingle of bells from the sugarcane juice stalls, the distant laughter of children playing, and the rhythmic clatter of a local artisan at work. The streets are a mosaic of colors and textures, from the vibrant clothes drying on balconies to the intricate patterns of old doors. Every corner offers a new visual symphony, a story waiting to be told. As I meandered through these lanes with my camera, I wasn't just capturing images; I was preserving the essence of a Pune that exists parallel to, yet so distinctly from, its modern counterpart. Each photograph I took is a tribute to this 'Other Pune' – a world where the past and present coexist in a beautiful, timeless dance.