Two years ago I took a trip to my native village in Rajasthan. Only recently I stumbled upon the photos I took then with a borrowed point and shoot. I’ve decided to post them here a) for posterity’s sake, and b) because they tell stories I dearly miss. Here’s one of my newly-wed neighbour.
“One day I might be the deepest imprint embossed upon your heart; the second, a mere acquaintance and the third, just a fading memory…”
This is a rather old photo I took sometime in 2010 on visit to our native village in Rajasthan. Shot with a friend’s point and shoot (I didn’t own a camera back then; I made do with borrowing), the photo isn’t staged. The woman merely happened to be walking in front of me and when she reached the bower, I knew I had to shoot.