From the archives

“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.