Priya Bhagra – mirror reflection
It’s late in the evening
She’s wondering what clothes to wear
She puts on her make up
And brushes her long blonde? er.. black hair Read More
A prayer is a constant reminder that we are beggars.
The act of praying or meditating either for religious or spiritual reasons is something most of us have done at some point or the other. It’s an act where one is most true to their identity, most vulnerable and naked. We are our true image when we bow Read More
Kids on their way to school in an auto
Childhood is the most glorious moment of our lives, we realize this the moment we cross it to become adults.
The laws of the world behave in a different way for a child. Here are some which I have experienced or have heard from someone. Read More
Forest Guard at Ranthambore
Sometimes a small insignificant event leads to something big. We might ignore, not notice, or care less about these small events, but they have been the catalyst.
As our jeep ventured further into the jungle in search for the tiger, we came across Read More
Zaver Shroff lying at the dock
Sometimes the unplanned photographs are the ones that are captured the best.
Most of the snaps I click are experimental trial and error shots, decided on the spot.
On this occasion, we were at a dock without any plans to click snaps. Luckily I had my camera with Read More
Persy with his rebellious pose
Quite some time back my friend Jonny made me listen to a preamble to “The river” by Bruce Springsteen, I loved it so much that I had been hunting for a snap to go with it. This snap of my friend Persy goes well with it (Thanks Persy for the pose). Below is the preamble, but before that, this Read More
The little girl from Khajjiar
By its very nature the beautiful is isolated from everything else.
The horse ride at Khajjiar took us to a small farm high up in the mountains. Piles of haystack at one end and garlic fields at the other with small house in the corner. The view spectacular, and amidst all this a small girl appears and stood with a shy smile.
I wondered what life must be for her, isolated, away from the crowd, hidden away at the top of the mountain, no TV, radio. With the view of the valley far below and the tall mountains as backdrop.
Perhaps I should pity… perhaps I should be jealous.