Story Of Picture
It was really a pleasing sight; looking at photographs being printed. In the time of smartphones, a mobile studio in Kumbh, may take you by surprise but it was there. Many photographers with compact digital cameras roamed carrying a portable printer.. Read More...
One can't judge their pain by just looking at them. Their caps tell the story; my father committed suicide, you don't make such a grave mistake, god bless farmers are few things I could get translated from Marathi with the help of their teacher. I me. Read More...
Jalimunnisha lives in Khotahi village of Kushinagar. When I'd visited her, she had recently lost two of her sons overnight. Encephalitis outbreak in her village had left many families shocked and it was not easy for them to overcome. The silence in v. Read More...
I am a wanderer and love to document stories of our time and narrate them visually. This is why people and streets are my favorite subjects. I strive to narrate the tales of the people with latent faces, who exist around us and always work to make a difference in our world but most of them often go unnoticed – be a labour or farmer, prostitute or pilgrim, cobbler or a butcher. Reality is more important to me rather than making my pictures beautiful and glamorous.
It was during my college days when a street vendor printing images on ordinary paper using a blue solution ignited my curiosity. After few months, I found myself standing beside the developing tray in the darkroom at a friend’s place whose father was a photographer. The changes in white sheets and gradually developing latent images was a mysterious and fascinating phenomenon, as the evolution of life, that charmed me forever. That was my first encounter with the magic of photography.More About...