I have called this city a partial home, where most of my vacation days were spent as a child. Visiting here after two decades brought back memories that I wanted to capture before they were lost to time, as the place undergoes drastic changes yet retains the essence of what my childhood felt like.
Against the stark barrenness of the white desert, there live numerous colourful faces and each has a story to tell. Here are some of them who walked a while with me on this journey and left an impression on my soul, through theirs. The Tanpura Singer Deva Bhai sat under a shaded canopy, surrounded by
In Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards, it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. ~ Don Draper This is the