A Keyhole in the Door of My Room

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

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Thursday, December 20, 2012

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A self portrait after a long time.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

My Naughty Little Karate Cousin who sends me the cutest handwritten letters every Rakhi.

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Wednesday, December 12, 2012

The house closest to my heart.
I often said my goodbye to it, as if it were a person, when I was sent back to my boarding school in Mussoorie, after having spent wonderful vacations in it.
Sometimes you find yourself becoming very attached to places and things that have been a part of you. Atleast I do.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Veena Aunty.
My first year in Bombay was spent in her beautiful home.

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For some obscure reason, it is impossible for me to walk dowm a street and not have it break down into frames that dance around in my mind. I suffer from itchy feet which land me at different places with my camera leading to adventures and misadventures, ranging from stoned mystic Sadhus telling me to control my anger to being caught up in a cyclone.

I have an intense fascination with feet. I am in love with the Black and White medium and analog cameras. Any photographer would consider me mad but I am very fond of grainy/noisy black and white pictures.

It's simple - the moment I hold my camera and press the shutter release button, i get a high which cannot be substituted by any drug in the world and that is enough for me to realise my love for photography!