Photo Essays

Aks O Aab

“It is magical to see the stones as they reflect in water”. Like memories fading, an essay of man-made monuments seeming to dissolve…

Don’t Breathe

Travel the length of the country. Board a train, thrust your way through the crowd to some messy corner of a general compartment and you start loosing your identity. One can safely predict a traumatic journey to the destination of absolute facelessness.

What the series seeks to capture is the chaos of a sick, thick throng gasping for air. It takes you straight into the heart of the muddle and the mess. It makes you listen to the muffled voice of individuality.

When Men are from Venus

A collection of images which, while being extremely intimate, openly question the definitions of femininity and the lines of androgyny.

Jummeraat Baazar

Having a rich history of more than a decade, Jummeraat Bazaar, which is popularly known as Chor Bazaar is a flea market that is set up every Thursday in the Old City of Hyderabad.

Gypsies – the Super People

Today, Gypsies are ‘Super People’ – they do not have their land and live in all the countries of the world, do not have their music and play all the music of the world, do not have their own language and speak all the languages of the world, do not have their religion and have all the religions of the world.

Hunger in their Bellies

It is the same story across the length and breadth of India. A nation that today plays a key role in changing world markets, has not given enough money to its own people to run their homes.

Land of a Thousand Struggles (2005-06)

As India goes through its growing pangs as a new burgeoning economy, it is leaving behind in its shadows a majority of rural India that is still living a daily struggle to survive.

Mughli – The Lonely Mother

Enforced disappearance is one of the most harrowing consequences of the armed conflict in Kashmir. During the last 18 years of conflict, the Association of Parents of Disappeared Persons claims more than 10,000 people have been subject to forced disappearance.


I happened upon the Emergency War Victims Hospital in Kabul by accident. I had grabbed a cab in the street and asked the driver to take me to the outskirts of town, but in the afternoon, when I had finished my work, he said he knew a place that might be of interest to me. He dropped me at the gates of Emergency, and once inside, I instantly knew I wanted to spend some time there.

The Chenchus

Modern civilizations have this all-consuming and for the most part condescending need to civilize the so called ‘savages‘, ‘tribals‘ or ‘primitive people‘ that they come in contact with.