Looking For Light
Light. It’s an idea I’ve yet to wrap my head around, a word I’m still to learn to spell right, a reality that I still don’t entirely fathom.
Light. It’s an idea I’ve yet to wrap my head around, a word I’m still to learn to spell right, a reality that I still don’t entirely fathom.
I spotted this tree at the junction of a rapidly disappearing Mumbai and the greedy new city emerging in its place.
This picture was shot by a sweet young photographer at an Open Mic event in 2012 when she spotted the flowers I was carrying.
Do you know why I look out of the window?
I painted the Mumbai skyline on an old pickle glass bottle.
Your secrets
East and West of Mumbai train tracks
Of this one, I have two renditions: I spotted this young man engrossed in his work of painting an Ganesh idol, in preparation for Ganesh Chaturti. The man on the scooter idled at the red signal watching him. And in this picture, I realized that the artist and his idol…
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I sometimes hear outsiders call Mumbaikers, mechanical. Could that be true? I think we awaken every morning, bright with the colour of our individuality. Then the city crystalizes us into a reverse prism, bringing out only the most necessary aspects of our being and spits us out, still filtered and…