Photographing Incredible Indian Life and Nature

It was November 2007, when I had first been to Mumbai. Almost two years later, in the beginning of 2009, when I went there for the second time, it wasn’t the same city I had been to. Not from its look appearance or its crowded, maddening traffic and metros but from the sense of terror that was still in the hearts of many civilians. My second visit took me to the memories of those wonderful days I spent here.

Every evening I jogged on the beautiful Marine Drive and saw the sun magnificently set on the horizon of the beautiful Arabian Sea.  The Mumbai I know is a place where anyone can get the glimpse of future India. A glimpse of a great feature of Indian life, the bazaar, rows and rows of narrow streets, is filled with shops and crowds. A city of countless varieties of people, such as Hindus , Parsees, Burmese, Singhalese, Lascars, Muslim, Arabs, Turks, Chinese, Japanese, Europeans, and Americans. And like most other travelers around the world, Mumbai was the gateway of India to me too.

When I was there for the first time, I tried to travel the Seven Islands, from the east to the west, and the north to the south, but its dense topography led me little to realize how it forms.

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