The first trip after the completion of the book, I’m supposed to be free from the smelly early morning hours at fish markets.
Except, I can’t stay away and I love it still.
Piles and piles of fish. Boats. Nets. Faces. A kilo here. An auctioneer raises his hand. The assistant records the sale. It all comes back to me. After 17 years spent photographing markets, it’s rhythm is rooted in me just as the smell of fish to a fisherman.
Just about done. The market is winding down, as am I.
I turn around and I see her watching me. Dark hair and a glorious smile. With the bowl on her head, she’s been standing at the edge of the market for a little while, watching. Oh that smile. Does she want her photo taken? I pick up my camera a second too late. She turns away in modesty and I only catch the fleeting glimpse of her beautiful smile.
A bride shows off her beautiful mehendi on the eve of her Big Day.
Who are you when it is all done? Risky business of you = your work.
Sunrise at Hesaragatta Lake, Bangalore. A lake which had almost gone bone dry used to be a source of water for Bangalore.
Here I am trying to build a startup. Not sure if this is what I am or what I want to do.
Waiting... for a train
What happens when the Internet is down — distraction free writing
BBQ my soul!
BeaglesLoft opening party!