Photography series | 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, innocently and ill at ease. It was trapped by the hot air in the ceaseless waiting. It wanted to touch all small things in order to know its own continuance.
Spring in Delhi, there was no telling apart the exterior and the interior: cool lemon water or a quiet cry.