I didn’t begin photography with a plan or a direction; I simply followed what felt natural, not realising I was already walking a path that was entirely my own. Before I knew what I was doing In 2011, a friend handed me her camera and encouraged me to take a few photographs. That moment stayed with me. I photographed whatever caught my attention—random scenes, passing moments, fragments of everyday life. Some images had intention, most did not. But after a few frames, I reali

What I once tried to fix in my photographs became the very reason I returned to them. When perfection defined the frame There was a time when I believed a photograph had to feel perfect and complete, balanced in composition, sharp in detail, and precise in execution. I searched for clarity in every frame, as if the purpose of photography was to arrive at something resolved, something unquestionable. I would adjust, reframe, and wait, trying to align every element, believing t

A day in Hampi doesn’t begin with the camera. It begins with awareness. I wake up before the first light hits across the boulders.

I still remember the first time I came to Hampi in December 2013. It wasn’t a planned journey. It was curiosity, more than anything else. I had a camera, but I didn’t quite know what I was looking for. I was drawn to the scale of the place, the stories everyone spoke about, the monuments that stood like markers of time. I came here as a hobbyist. I left with questions I didn’t yet understand. The stone chariot was where I stood the longest that day. Like most first-time vis

Some places ask you to come back — not for what they show, but for what you become each time you stand there again. Here are ten reasons why I return to the places I visited.

There’s a strange calm in knowing that you won’t see what you’ve made until much later. Here's my reflection on slowing down to see again — through the grain, the wait, and the wonder of film. When certainty felt too easy For more than a decade, I lived comfortably in the digital world. The precision, the immediacy, the control — they all felt empowering. Yet somewhere along the way, it became too predictable. Every photograph appeared perfect, but it lacked the quiet imperfe

Sometimes a place calls not through glossy photos or bold headlines, but through a quiet pull you can’t explain. That was Mangalajodi for...

There are moments in life when the noise inside you grows louder than anything the world can offer. Just after the second wave of COVID,...

Have you ever felt a pull toward places steeped in history, where every stone has a story to tell? When I first learned about Hampi, I...

What is a photograph? A photograph is but an expression of the inner workings of our thoughts and emotions. When one's deep thoughts are...

Bharatpur, the revered Birder’s Paradise, was a destination I had dreamed of exploring for years. As a wildlife enthusiast, my journey...