Cross Connections

“It is life, I think, to watch the water. A man can learn so many things.” ― Nicholas Sparks There's no water. The overhead tanks we...

Of all forms of photography, I am drawn most to portraits. Faces. Forms. Expressions. The result is less about technique and more about what...

BJP Prez in Sharon Stone moment This is your friendly neighbourhood BJP party president, Nitin Gadkari. If I were to deconstruct this...

President Barack Obama can kill anyone. Or, his administration can. Needless to say ‘anyone’ here means persons who pose a “threat”, and f...

Homai Vyarawalla was always described as the “first lady photographer”, and the thought of someone tiptoeing with a little camera, gently c...

The battle’s between the rear and the mouth. Pippa Middleton is now known only in hindsight, or as hind site. Ridiculous as it may seem, the...

It’s maroon-coloured, slick and light. I’d lie down with it propped on my stomach like a baby as words would dribble out of its warm, white ...

Hands and feet and fingers and toes are just so enticing, especially when seen differently. The tips of the fingers caressing, the hands hol...

Cotton silk. Two disparates. Coming together. Woven. Warp and weft. Coloured red. Darkened deeper. Splashed. Touch the fabric. Without me....

Psalm of those who go forth before daylight The policeman buys shoes slow and careful; the teamster buys gloves slow and careful; th...

Remorseless. Shadows. Chasing. Sun. Hundred. Suns. Erasing . None. Dipping. Into. Another. Horizon. Leaving. Darkness. Chasing. Hounds. Pic...

Sitting with my back to the sun, I liked the shaft of light on the floor. A song that may seem unconnected but which I hummed... jalate hai....

These series of pictures were taken at a park rather late in the evening. I had turned and found the sun looking through the trees, just a h...

I recall visiting this hamlet in Mahad years ago on assignment. It was with a group of people who had adopted that village. We reached aroun...

Taken as part of series of pictures in Ibaadat India , today I see this as a symbol of me. What I wrote then was: This is in the middle of ...