Isn’t there something uncanny about the flow of time? Hardly anything drifts quietly like it. Every fleeting second is escorted by yet another second. If this was the last moment, what would be thereafter? Endless questions, but not many satisfactory answers.
Delhi, 2021
Ellora, 2016
Hyderabad, 2015
Most moments are fleeting, but some are lasting. For instance, when a mushroom cloud rises from the ground, molten concrete will tattoo upon itself the shadow of the world around it — A world built for millennia but destroyed in a flash. Since their humble beginnings as cave-dwellers, humans have been on a binge: making the simplest tools to hunt, simpler tools to farm, and simple tools to raise buildings. Not a disciple of simple living, mankind has also shaped complex devices that can outlast or destroy itself.
Delhi, 2021
Goa, 2016
Hampi, 2014
Hyderabad, 2014
Lucknow, 2016
Ellora, 2016
Puducherry, 2018
Chennai, 2020
Gulbarga, 2016
An insatiable urge seems to drive civilizations to build more and more. Giant structures made of stones, bricks, concrete, and steel dot the ground, standing as a testimony to this urge. These edifices ruin only gradually, facing the blow of time, even as their nameless creators have long vanished in the abyss. Seasons alter, shadows grow and die, and weather chisels away fine engravings. Yet, these pillars of civilization refuse to turn into dust. Unlike a photograph that freezes a specific moment, the archaic edifices let moments fleet under their feet.
Gandikkotta, 2015
Goa, 2016
Dhanushkodi, 2012
Leh, 2014
Hyderabad, 2016
Along with buildings of the yonder, gods and goddesses cutting across nationality and race, too, outlast their creators. They refuse to age and decline to change their attitude and attire. Probably, they won’t outlast if they update. Inherited through generations and imagined for posterity, the gods and goddesses languish in cold storage. Does their immortality arise out of their servitude to time?
Ajanta, 2016
Delhi, 2022
Murshidabad, 2019
Care to imagine time as a sailship that keeps on circling a featureless ocean? Where did it start, and where will it stop? We wave at the ship before we sink into the depths of the ocean. While passing by, the ship just watches us mortals with an ironic smile. Aren’t we all lucky to perish?
Konark, 2015