i love faces. i love the stories in them. the startled ones. the nervous twitches. the open faces. the stoic faces. some faces draw you in, some make you work and with some you are always the distant outsider. her life lives on her face. the past leads to the present, intertwined on one face. it emerges at every corner and shows you her life. that … Continue reading inside faces – what are the stories they tell?
(written about a man i met while in the village of jhadpoli) he stares at me his lungi stained with life that never waited for him sagging skin showcased a grey stubble. i walk with an air. he has not smelt. speak with a chin. he has never lifted. my processed cotton and lycra bands the camera that has a bag of its own muddled … Continue reading the unknown man
realise that title could be misleading! i don’t mean how to take children along when you travel, have no experience of that, and currently, well don’t wish to either! it feels like it will be akin to traveling with mr-demanding-my-way-all-time and then they always want their way! god. [yeah that my (maybe myopic) view of kids right now!] i like bumping into kids. sometimes local, sometimes other … Continue reading children during travel…
he was standing there in the corner. suspicious. wondering why i was peeping into his private space. his 2 ft by 2 ft home. in the morning time, while he say brushing his teeth in the corner. i had looked in from the window in the wall. in an otherwise quite space, in the middle of an orchard of trees, no one came sauntering in. his … Continue reading the man from beyond
i take this camera along with me. with a huge lens. and i keep clicking. every trip means atleast 300 pictures a day. min! so i have a computer loaded with pictures and find it tough at times to go through and find my favourites… but then i chance upon a face. that chai shop guy. the little boy who sold me a necklace. the … Continue reading one of my dreams…
merry to go around 