Hello, I am Prerna Jain, a photographer, author, and visual storyteller based in Delhi.
I believe every photograph has a story, and every story deserves to be seen. Whether I am photographing a bird in an urban park, a forgotten monument, a street protest, or an ordinary moment unfolding on a busy road, I am always searching for the stories hidden in plain sight.
My work brings together photography, literature, history, culture, nature, and everyday life. I enjoy exploring the connections between people and places, heritage and memory, humour and social observation, often weaving photographs with essays that go beyond the image itself.
Art has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. Before photography, I explored drawing, painting, and sculpture, experiences that continue to shape the way I compose images and tell visual stories. My photographs have been exhibited in solo and group shows and published in newspapers, magazines, and digital platforms in India and abroad.
I write in both Hindi and English. My short story collections, celebrate the lives of ordinary women with empathy and honesty, while my coffee-table book, My Feathered Friends, is a tribute to the extraordinary birdlife of Delhi. I also write for Hindustan Times, contributing photo essays and features about nature.
Alongside my writing and photography, I am a guest faculty member at Jamia Millia Islamia University, where I share my passion for photography and visual storytelling with students.
This blog is a collection of the things that make me pause, a bird perched on a city wire, an overlooked monument, a forgotten poem, a protest, a conversation overheard in traffic, or a fleeting moment that reminds us how remarkable ordinary life can be.
Thank you for stopping by. I hope these stories encourage you to look a little closer at the world around you.
You can read my posts here:
Indira Gandhi: The Woman in the Open Jeep
I can still picture that day. I was coming back from school when I noticed a crowd gathering along the road.…
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The Bird Who Judges Me
A Black Drongo visits my window quite regularly. A rather confident creature, with a sharp eye, a stylish tilt of the head…
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She Hasn’t Forgotten Her Wings
A black kite rests upon the ground, Wings folded, silent, without a sound. Don’t mistake her for one who has Forgotten the…
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Sharad Poornima: When the Moon Inspires Poetry
Last night was Sharad Poornima, the full moon night of the Hindu month of Ashwin, traditionally associated with the autumn moon’s radiance.…
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