Juhu Chhaapa

Almost every little girl in Mumbai has put chaapa-mehendi. The strong smell of Mehendi combined with tea leaves and other oils that comes from their stamp pad makes me nostalgic.  

It's A Magical World

Juhu beach is the essence of mumbai. It’s where people from all classes, rich or poor come to lose themselves and have fun. Adults become kids again. Kids take off their clothes and dive into the waves. They eat gola and drip it all over their clothes. This boy here, strayed away from his mother to jump around, playing with the bubbles. He was lost in his own peaceful world. Just him and the bubbles.

Chota Shah Rukh

I see big dreams in this little boy’s eyes. Perhaps one day he’ll be famous. The future is full of possibilities. In a city like Mumbai, ANYTHING can happen to ANYONE.

Everything But Money

On seeing me taking photos of her grandson, this dear granny requested me to take a photograph of them together. Never before have I captured so genuine a smile. It was touching to take this picture and share this family’s joy.

Gajra- Dus ka Chaar

Children growing up on the streets with their families are forced to grow up faster than those living in sophisticated high rises. The masses of mumbai toil and work hard to support the richer classes. And even in the seemingly small jobs that these wonderful children do, there is dignity and pride.

Shit Happens

I wonder what this man is thinking… perhaps he’s just tired… or maybe even bored… maybe waiting for the phone to ring. Shit happens with us all, yet we put it behind us and move on. Isn’t that what the real spirit of Mumbai has always been?

My World In A Bag

Sitting on his chapals, this man, with his bag of belongings was just waiting. Waiting perhaps for a bus or a friend, for a job or family…or maybe just for tea time. Comfortable in his make-shift seat, he wasn’t in a hurry to go anywhere.

The art critic

Opposite St. Xaviers College, this old lady in her bright red saree caught my eye. She was strolling down the road and checking out the paintings and graffiti. Who can say what was going through her mind?