Slipping Away

When I had started this blog 6 years ago I used to write long form pieces about my life. By writing what I felt and putting it out there I found a way to cope. In a twist of fate and because of the fear of being found out by friends and family I deleted…

Lost

“Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know–because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand”. F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned As we try to return to a world we no longer recognise,…

Stamped – Photo Story

One of those moments when your only window to the other side,becomes a mirror instead. Waiting in line at the Post Office I found myself mesmerised by the postal counter windows calmly reflecting the chaos within these four walls, people fussing over packages, receipts and each other. Some left with the joy of reconnecting and…

Solace – Corona Diary

To cope with these uncertain times I remind myself of the beauty that nature bestows upon us. Of her spirit, her grace and her compassion. There are lessons here that we can all learn. Be kind to one another… years from now you wouldn’t remember these trying times for their trials and tribulations but for…

Skin Stories – Self Portrait

Skin is the largest sensory organ that gives us the pleasure and pain, the harshness and softness of touch. Being in one’s skin is the metaphor used to refer to being comfortable as one’s self. When I was 10 years old my uterus decided it was time to step into womanhood and my hormones went…

Frame – Self Portrait

Self portrait made on a warm summer afternoon hiding from and seeking the  sunlight streaming into my hostel room. I have always felt drawn towards black and white imagery. The ethereality of such vignettes makes time a tool for the photographer to use in her art. This picture could be a decade old or even…

From the Hearth to the Heart – Quarantine Vignettes #2

The smallest of moments are rendered magnificent if one has the patience to notice. The world we are living in today has forced us to take a pause, where we otherwise wouldn’t have. Being bound by the four walls of this house has revealed grace in what would normally seem mundane and ordinary. What I…

An afternoon on rails

One of the many little things that I have always enjoyed are train journeys. Being born in a defence family meant that we were transferred every few years from one corner of the country to the other. And the only way for us to undertake those journeys was via the Railway System. However, I have…

From Another Time

Since I was a child I have been making things when I was stressed. It’s the only way I know how to channel my anxiety into something meaningful. Line drawings, hatching, shading and stippling are mechanical processes that keep me occupied for hours. I make them and file them away. Never to be seen again….

Nurture

During an afternoon walk through Reckong Peo I came across this tender moment. The daughter-in-law was applying henna/mehendi to her mother-in-law’s hair for her upcoming birthday. We talked for a while and they asked me eagerly about the intention behind the pictures I take. I told them I make pictures of what I find beautiful….