Without Djinns

Photography | 2017


Abundant heat and light penetrated all objects, even one’s inner spectre came to experience a kind of evaporation. Yet that spectre wandered away, innocent and ill at ease. It was trapped by the searing air of ceaseless waiting. It wanted to touch all small things in order to know itself. Spring in Delhi, there was no telling apart the exterior and the interior: cool lemon water or a quiet cry.