From where I stood, there was no way to guess what was cooking inside the large mansion. From outside the house, I could not guess what was being cooked inside, even though the strong scent could have led me on. Crispy sweetmeats simmering and sizzling in huge bronze pots. A graceful woman kept going back and forth carrying large bowls of baked candies on her hip. From another room came the whisper of the television. Standing by the door, the curvy figure of a young beauty a young woman acknowledged my presence with a delicate smile.
In the courtyard, two little boys played with sticks and sand. There was no separation between life and work, among family and colleagues. I wondered what their working hours were.
Entering the hushed, almost religious concentration, a myriad of colours pluck the cords of my emotions. An indefinable smell...
The familiar whistle of the locomotive announces its slow approach to the impatient crowd waiting on the platform. The Khambli Ghat station...
A journey tracing the history and tenets of Sikhism, a religion born in the state of Punjab...
A closer look at the road trip that we undertook along the Ganges with four photographers to showcase the versatility of Hasselblad's X1D cameras...
Waves wash down the parched shores of the beach as the sands glisten under the warm sun...
The jasmine, called Mallipoo in Tamil, is said to have risen to significance when the legendary Kind Pari spotted it during one of his hunting trips...