Everyday Stories.

New Delhi to New York.

This was a first. Diwali touched home this time. In the notes of music, in the decor, in the lighting of the clay lamps, in the waft of...

Just as the heart cannot hold sorrow beyond a point. Today, I realized that sweeping gratitude has the same effect. What do you do when...

It’s been a while since I sat and just watched the waves by myself. And then it struck me... My consciousness is as clear as the water...

When I was walking back from the Financial District yesterday, I saw a bunch of delicate chrome tulips uprooted by the wind along the...

Every once in a while, you come across something that plucks you from your everyday and reminds you of the bigger world that you belong...

I really cannot remember if I shared ... Every time I leave the premises of the police station I carry with me this incredible heaviness....

The shoot location was decided as a village in the Anand district, away from Mumbai to avoid the rains. Not surprisingly though, the...