
Commentary:
I look at stairs and wonder where they lead. This set had a particular feel about them, surrounded by a bright green leaves. I found in their disrepair, a peculiar appeal. So there in Mumbai — I saw, I stopped, I clicked.

I look at stairs and wonder where they lead. This set had a particular feel about them, surrounded by a bright green leaves. I found in their disrepair, a peculiar appeal. So there in Mumbai — I saw, I stopped, I clicked.

I made my peace with loneliness after I took this picture in Brooklyn, New York. The sky was blue, the flowers were yellow and the lamppost was brown; but in this black and white version, I see all the color I need.

I came across her when I was wandering the streets of Hyderabad armed with an HP Photosmart and an attitude. She stopped, stared, and nodded when I pointed at my camera, “Photo, ok?”
She was the construction lady, the working-class woman, the tanned epitome of the Deccan Plateau. Now, she is mine.