Mischief, One Feather at a Time
The tilted head, the sideways glance, the beak that seems to be suppressing a naughty smile. Whenever I photograph these feathered mischief…
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The Squirrel and the Quiet Opposite of Othering
Every morning, a squirrel races across the electricity wire outside my house. I like to believe it is the same squirrel every…
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When Maharaja Sawai Jai Singh Returned to Jantar Mantar
The Maharaja appeared at Jantar Mantar, exactly where he had stood nearly three centuries ago. He adjusted his turban, admired the giant…
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When Daughters Stopped Whispering
Whenever I see young women standing at protest sites, holding placards and raising slogans, I wonder, are they also carrying the unfinished…
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“A camera captures more than an image. It preserves a moment that can remind you of a poem, a verse you may have read somewhere long ago. Whenever I browse through my photographs, I find stories and poems hidden in them. Every creature seems to carry a tale of its own, and every tale has its own rhythm.”
Prerna Jain
