Visual Verses

What is grief to me?

I don’t know what exactly I’m looking for when I shoot streets. I don’t know what would take my attention or what is that one worthy shot.
But then I see such moments.
…and i wonder what it means to me or what importance would it hold. I also wonder what grief is to me. For how many years it has stayed with me ..and where does grief go, when you can’t hold it anymore? I wonder if there’s a right way to process grief.
..and I wonder if I’ll ever get there.

My mind

The trees are getting cold, the wind is angry, the birds have gone home. Half a year passed as we stayed home. I don't know what to feel while I think of returning to how it was. My mind is somewhere else.. I don't even know when, what day and date it is but it is today and it will always be warm here.

Do you want...?

Do you feel you are losing the will to step out of bed?
Do you feel aloof and don’t have the will to speak, even to your closets?
Are you smiling when you don’t want to?
Are you trying to stop your tears every time? Are you agitated? Are you lonely?
Are you scared? Do you want to not feel? Do you want to feel? Do you want someone to listen?

..and do you want to cry?

Small things

I want to fill my days with small things.
the leaves lying on the ground unattended,
the quiet ritual of pressing flowers,
those brown envelopes,
the delicacy of handwritten notes,
a promise of a message inside.
gardens where books were read
the simplicity of changing pillow covers,
a tender gesture to the faithful bed that holds me while I am alone,
the whispered echoes of forgotten hugs,
that gentle music to the silence that there is,
I wish I could fill my days with small things,
instead of the un-things and nothings, or somethings.

It just made sense.

There was a lot of commotion among residents in this basti - with lawyers telling me the specifics of clicking photos to be used in court and my colleagues checking the documents - just when I saw this little kid playing alone in the rain and it all made sense.

It's a first

I wonder why I started covering weddings, what made me be a part of such an industry.
.. and I think it’s because I get a break from the regular monotony of my life - where two people in love decide to be together for the rest of their lives, their family and friends celebrating and dancing together, and I get free food and some sharab (LOL), but more so because of the joyous moments that there always are.
Do you want me to share more stories of different genres of life that I cover? Let me know cuz it’s a first.

Have you ever?

Have you ever felt a storm inside even when everything is extremely calm? Or just sat with yourself till you decide to listen to yourself?

Or if it is the exact same emotion, where do you show all the fear and where are all the parts that you hide?
I came to Bangalore a couple of days back - not able to sleep, not able to say what it is, not able to figure if I should be happy or sad about this trip but then I saw this beautiful sunrise and I smiled. I just smiled and stared... :')

Where does it go?

I don’t know what exactly I’m looking for when I shoot streets. I don’t know what would take my attention or what is that one worthy shot.

But then I see such moments.
…and i wonder what it means to me or what importance would it hold. I also wonder what grief is to me. For how many years it has stayed with me ..and where does grief go, when you can’t hold it anymore? I wonder if there’s a right way to process grief.
..and I wonder if I’ll ever get there.

Untold Stories

While I document the streets, It has always been very special for me to meet and listen to the untold stories of children and young girls.
Their eyes shine with warmth as they showed me around; showed me that they learn and paint and read.
…and I think these encounters shape me; inspire me and make me want to advocate for such voices that often are unheard! 🤍