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I am not sure what it means to photograph. Some call it love. But it isn’t that for me. I think it is compulsion.
If I walked by a scene that intrigued me and didn’t photograph it, I would not be able to sleep peacefully that night. The untaken photograph would keep playing in my head like a cassette on loop until I got tired of it.

But I do love the process. Because there is none.
It is most often me trying to make a movie out of what is inside my mind.
The scenes repeat on some days, on others, they get a makeover.

There’s not much you need to know about me. Except, that I am curious.
And very silly
And very clumsy.
I hit the same toe on the same corner
of that damn sofa in my room everyday.
And it bruises bad. Almost everyday.

I make pictures often.
I write sometimes.

I thrive in chaos and it is much easier to do so with a tub of
chocolate ice cream.

I use to be someone else living in another country far away.
Now I live in Bombay with my 3 year-old cat Bambou.