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I'm Bach!

No time for lengthy forays into what transpired during my sojourn...I've only got enough time to upload 20 snaps to keep you folks happy. The elucidations & remaining snaps will be published not before the 18th-19th of this month. Sorry, but I'm really hard pressed for time besides being totally enervated.
Click here for the photos.

Comments

Anonymous said…
You dont even know how to put up a link properly??? Its NOT working Mr. BACH. GO PLAY...
Deepanjan said…
I'm playing!
Flickr is doing some maintenance work.
My link is working fine.
biswajit said…
Welcome back deeps...we missed u in this spot. The snaps are really awesome...good to see kolkata from your eye. However, I have a question...are all the snaps taken by yr Nokia or another digi cam?
Deepanjan said…
Most of the snaps were taken via my Nokia. Its resolution is just perfect for the screen.
Vivek said…
What's with that pic of the Ambassador driver & the cops?
Deepanjan said…
They were having a heated discussion. Probably some traffic rule was broken. Who cares, it looked just perfect for my camera!
Anonymous said…
Awesome pics Deep! It's so nice to have you back!

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