I have stolen more faces than I have names
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 →
I was visiting a remote temple when, quite unexpectedly, a group of Hindu priests arrived. They arrived in a quiet tide of white, filling the small temple doorway without a sound.I had my camera with me, and what followed was something I had not anticipated seeing that day. They immediately began paying their respects to... 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 →
I have always been drawn to places where people gather around something that is deeply rooted in their lives. The akhara is one of those places. There is very little separation between the body, the earth and the activity here. The wrestlers train in the mud, fight, rest, watch one another and repeat the same... Continue Reading →