Several years ago, my grandfather bequeathed his Rolleicord camera to me. He and my grandmother bought it in 1954 for 1,500 rupees (US $29.4) and it became their means of documenting the simple goings-on of home and family life. Until I got wind of its existence, it had been sitting dormant in a small valise … Continue reading A Camera is Worth a Thousand Words
India
For most of my life, the fact that I am from India was little more than an embarrassment. I grew up in settings replete with the influences of western culture (with friends who were mostly white) and as such, my associations with being Indian arose mainly from the typical stereotypes having to do with a … Continue reading India
Writing Is Prayer 