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:
The Empire Is Gone, Churchill Is Still Watching
In the first week of August, at the Tanglin Club in Singapore, history created a little drama in my head. I…
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Mimi and the Bird in the Window
One sunny morning, Mimi the Coppersmith Barbet decided that she had seen every flower in the forest.Fluffing her bright green feathers, she…
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Old Addresses, New Friendships
Every Friendship Day, my heart wanders back to friends whose addresses I still remember, even though they haven’t lived there for years.…
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The Land of Echo Chambers
Long before social media existed, Akbar Allahabadi had said- “Kheencho na kamanon ko, na talwar nikalo, Jab top muqabil ho to akhbar…
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