The Geography of Skin
We are all cartographers of our own survival. Look closely at the hands that have held the reins of a life, and you will find the topography of every winter endured and every wind faced. There is a language written in the lines of a face—a…
The Weight of Small Things
I keep a small, smooth river stone on my desk, worn down by years of water and friction until it fits perfectly into the hollow of my palm. It is a quiet, heavy thing, a fragment of a landscape I haven't visited in decades. We often think that…
Bliss by Sudeep Mehta
I saw this tiny flower growing on the wall of Shirgaon Fort, near Mumbai City, in the background there was a beautiful sunset. It was a task to get the pastel shades of the sunset with the flare in the lens as to get this frame. I quickly managed…