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Theyyam

Theyyam – Where Humans Become Gods Deep in the sacred groves and village temples of North Kerala, an extraordinary tradition comes alive—Theyyam, one of India’s oldest and most mesmerizing ritual art forms. Flourishing across the Malabar region, particularly in Kannur, Kasaragod, Wayanad, and Kozhikode, Theyyam is far more than a performance; it is a profound spiritual experience where faith, folklore, and artistry merge into one. The word Theyyam is believed to have evolved from the Sanskrit word Daivam, meaning “God.” […]

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Sunset by the river

Sunset by the river

A monsoon sunset by the Murti river of north Bengal after a heavy stormy afternoon. 

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Birds in Flight-5

Birds in Flight

Birds in Flight-1Birds in Flight-2Birds in Flight-3Birds in Flight-4.aBirds in Flight-4Birds in Flight-5 I am not, by practice, a wildlife or bird photographer. My journey to Mangalajodi was born simply out of curiosity—the quiet urge to see a place I had often heard about. Yet the visit unfolded into something unexpectedly beautiful. Mangalajodi lies along the northern edge of Chilika Lake, Asia’s largest brackish water lagoon and one of India’s most important wetland ecosystems. Located in Odisha, not far from […]

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Alpine Glow

At dusk, the Himalayas learn to breathe in light.The sun, retreating without haste, leaves behinda last, trembling warmth—and the mountains catch it like a secret. Snow turns to ember.Ice blushes, briefly remembering fire.Ridges soften into rose and gold,as if the earth itself is holding a long, silent prayer. The peaks do not speak, yet they remember—winds older than language,footsteps of vanished glaciers,the patience of stone that has outlived time. Below, shadows gather in the valleys,cool and blue, waiting.Above, the alpine […]

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Mahamastakabhishek: When Stillness Becomes an Offering

There are events that announce themselves loudly, and then there are those that speak in silence. Mahamastakabhishek belongs to the latter. It is not merely a ritual; it is a pause in time—an invitation to slow down, observe, and reflect. Held at Shravanabelagola, this sacred ceremony centres around the colossal statue of Gommateshwara (Bahubali)—a figure standing bare, unmoving, eyes lowered, embodying complete renunciation. Once every twelve years, similar to the Maha-Kumbh, devotees gather to perform the abhishek, gently bathing the […]

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Dog in the Mountains

It was during the Brahmatal Trek that I learned, once again, the quiet truth behind an oft-repeated line: dogs are humanity’s best companions. This one followed us through the entire trail, padding beside us over snow and stone, and returned with us to the base camp as though the journey had always belonged to him. Whenever we lagged behind, he stopped and waited. When we paused to rest, he stood alert, eyes fixed on the surrounding forest, as if keeping […]

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Kalaripayattu

This photograph was taken in the coast of Kannur, Kerala. This form of traditional Indian martial rt is called Kalaripayattu. Kalaripayattu (or Kalarippayattu) is an ancient Indian martial art from Kerala, considered the “mother of all martial arts,” combining physical conditioning, animal-inspired movements, and weapon training (wooden and metal) with bare-handed combat, focusing on flexibility, breath control, and Marma points (vital spots) for both combat and healing. It involves four stages of training: body exercises, wooden weapons, metal weapons, and bare-handed […]

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Blissfull Merak

Merak is a small hamlet beside the Pangpong Tso. It’s about 20 kms from Pangong village. Its starkingly calm and beautiful with minimal disturbance around. A place completely different from Pangong. There are a few homestays to stay in, which are moderate to good. We stayed at Marzee homestay, one of the best stays of my life, and I am sure you will say the same if you stay there. 

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Flower Seller

The Flower Seller

This morning, as I stood at a roadside tea stall behind the Writers’ Building, the city paused for me in an unexpected way. Amid the clatter of cups and the drifting smell of tea, I noticed an old man seated nearby, carefully arranging flowers into small bouquets—petal by petal, thread by thread—preparing them for a day of selling. Age revealed itself in his face and in the unhurried rhythm of his hands. Every movement carried the weight of years. One […]

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This photograph was taken in 2019 at the Kumbh Mela in Allahabad. It was not my first visit, but it was undoubtedly the most profound. No matter how many times one witnesses it, the sheer vastness of the Kumbh defies comprehension. It is not merely a gathering—it is an entire civilisation unfolding along the riverbanks. The Kumbh Mela holds within it the whole of India. Millions arrive from every corner of the country—saints and ascetics, pilgrims and seekers, householders and […]

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