I have stolen more faces than I have names
You step off the asphalt before the heat settles in. On the outskirts of the city, time moves differently. It doesn't rush; it circulates. It moves in the heavy tread of a KSRTC bus kicking up mist on a slick highway, in the weight of a goat carried through a crowded transit lane, and in... Continue Reading →
I was driving home when I came across a Durga Puja immersion taking place in the fading light. I stopped, took out my camera, and watched. There was the collective effort of carrying the idol into the water, a man standing alone at its edge, and finally, the goddess floating among the ripples. Three moments... Continue Reading →
A Durga Puja pandal is a place of worship, but it is also a place to gather, look, eat, meet people and take photographs. Over two visits, I found myself drawn less to the spectacle of the goddess than to the activity around her. Families posed before painted faces. Friends arranged themselves for selfies. Visitors... Continue Reading →
A small observation from my archive I didn't set out to make these photographs. They were made at different times, in different places and for different reasons. Some came from photographing people, some from photographing places of faith, some simply from walking around with a camera. When I made them, I didn't see them as... Continue Reading →
Rakhi is usually spoken about as a festival between brothers and sisters. But when I walked through the Rakhi stalls, what I kept seeing was something slightly different. Women. Women choosing.Women looking.Women comparing colors and designs.Women standing behind curtains of thread and beads, moving through the crowded stalls with children, family and strangers around them.... Continue Reading →
I spent a day at the feast of St. Mary's Basilica in Bangalore, not as a participant but as a visitor. I walked the streets around the church, stood in the crowds, and watched the festival happen around me — families arriving packed into trucks, women in matching saris waiting for hours, vendors doing business... Continue Reading →
Busy market. Too many people, too much noise. I saw this mother with her hand resting on her son's head, keeping him close. She wasn't looking at him. It was just automatic—her palm there while she walked or stood or waited. This is not posed. Her hand just stayed. The red nails, the bangles, the... Continue Reading →
I saw this man walking in a forest near my home town. He has lived there for a while. I asked if I could take his portrait and he said yes. After the first shot, I looked around and realized the trees were the whole point. Not just background. The place is why he is... Continue Reading →
We don't know his name. We never do. In the city, they move like punctuation marks in sentences nobody reads. A flicker at the edge of a doorway. A shape beneath a parked car. A silhouette crossing the afternoon concrete, there and then not there. I made this photograph without seeing his face. That felt... Continue Reading →
Street photography isn't about watching from safety; it’s about standing close enough to feel the friction of a crowd. At the water’s edge, two figures anchored the frame—their backs turned, their attention pulled entirely toward the horizon. They gave the composition its quiet structure. The photograph, though, belongs to the intrusive profile cutting into the... Continue Reading →