Even ‘she’ is someone’s daughter !!

“This time I need an unflowered one…yes, yes any amount”,his satyriasis spoke gagging the person at other end.

After few hours when he was ’bout to turn the nob of Room no. A-435, Hotel Ashoka ; he saw his own daughter nervously waiting inside, through the flying curtains.

Stunned. Bedazed. He deleted the contact named ‘dealer‘ from his cell permanently. Shattered.





I love photography, ’cause there are no dead-ends, no finish lines and no boundaries.

Still a long way to go....


Silent I'm, so only not looked after...


I'm rusted...yet I'm unbent.


Indian Palm squirrel flaunting marks of Rama's five fingers while building its dreys.


The miscible fusion of old and not so old....of exploited and not so exploited.


They come, They wait and then they go.
Unfortunate ones stay for long and for sure.


'Jadi tor daak shune keu naa aashe tabe ekla chalo re'
(If they answer not to thy call walk alone)


You don't need mundane things to grow. You just need the passion to fly high.

….’cause my eyes talk faster than my mind could see.

Of late, i’m a bit hooked to photography…Jodhpur evolved a photographer out of my small self.

This is my first true effort to capture some lovely moments with the pursuit to portray from an uncommon angle.

I’m a  rookie,so comments and suggestions are most welcome!

Jodhpur's morning sun wakes up from Pali and enlightens the mechanical clock-tower;giving light to colourful,busy, noisy and traditional bazaar.

Leading lines are firmly depicted on Jodhpur's 'too soon' sadak, which awaits company of a non judgmental traveler on its unfrequented path.

The city of late 14th century, fondly called as the 'blue city' 'cause the color gives an indigo aura to it with blue colored houses surrounding the Mehrangarh Fort.

This diabetic Rajputana cat is drinking water wide her eyes wide open...depth in the background adds to the beauty of this picture.

A gypsy enjoying local tea. The Image shows as if one amongst the four white rats from 'the Karni Mata's' temple of Deshnoke is illusioning to assimilate into his black counterparts.

This disquieted face conveys us a ton. Deepened eyes, yet un-stooped shoulders. Corrupt milieu, yet saintly body. Dark texture, yet beautiful and pure heart!

The creator articulates it with utmost precision. But who asks for the exploited ones??

Yeh Dilli hai meri jaan....Fog mires Delhi with temperature going to record lowest since last 77 years.

Colour me,still colour me........Even if I’m lost in the paradigm of this new world, forget me not to still colour me.

And finally our Swati di and Milind jiju....May lord shower you both with lots of love and happiness !