There are days when the world seems to have misplaced its sense of direction, its spectacles, and possibly the instruction manual on how to find your way back to sanity. The outlook is gloomy, the weather is behaving like a disgruntled landlord, the to-do list is breeding overnight, and one begins to suspect that the
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There is a precise, quiet sort of madness in preferring the company of paper and ink to that of actual human beings. While normal people were out making small talk, exchanging pleasantries, and forming those mysterious bonds known as “friendships,” I was usually tucked away in some mossy corner, clutching a camera and a thoroughly
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It is an unwritten law of nature that we humans are, on the whole, a remarkably ungrateful species. One may be sitting in a garden on a quiet afternoon, watching a squirrel perform impossible acrobatics on a tree branch, or listening to rain tapping softly on an old roof, when a face from the past
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There was a time, not terribly long ago, when “serious photographers” looked at mobile phone photography the way aristocrats once looked at instant coffee. Useful in emergencies perhaps, but not something one admitted to enjoying publicly. One carried proper cameras. Heavy cameras. Cameras with knobs, dials, weather sealing, magnesium alloy bodies and lenses large enough
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There are, I am told, easier ways to spend an afternoon than standing at the edge of a crocodile-infested river in Maharashtra, balancing one’s dignity and camera with equal uncertainty. Most sensible people might opt for tea, perhaps a biscuit, and the distant safety of a veranda. Naturally, I chose the riverbank. It was one
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