Janamashtmi, Many Ways of Welcoming Krishna
Janmashtami has never seemed to me to be only the story of the birth of God. Perhaps it is because the Krishna…
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A Mother, a Sari and Three Kilometres
Zamane ab tere madd-e-muqabil Koi kamzor si aurat nahin hai. — Fariha Naqvi (O world, look who stands before you is…
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When Einstein Stepped Out of the Photograph
I watched Einstein a few months ago, when Naseeruddin Shah performed it in Delhi. I had meant to write about it…
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Bhutan: Where Silence Has a Sound
Bhutan is a country of mountains and prayer flags, winding roads and clouds that seem to have lost their way among the…
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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
