Summer Evenings and Nimmo’s Golgappas
Nearly every evening during our summer vacations, my cousin and I would go to the street corner near my grandmother’s house,…
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Mozzo the Pizza-Loving Cockatoo
Mozzo the Cockatoo could eat pizza anytime, anywhere. At night, he dreamed of cheese melting into soft golden rivers. The aroma of…
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Monsoon, The Season of Small Wonders
Delhi spends most of the summer bearing a merciless sun. Come Monsoon, the sky changes its mind. Clouds gather over the city,…
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A Handsome Villain on a Buffalo’s Back
Imagine the joy of standing under a giant banyan tree, peacefully clicking candid photographs. Your subjects are blissfully unaware of your presence…
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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
