As I grew older, I became more and more aware of my flaws, and this sense of feeling flawed in certain aspects of my life made me feel weak and fragile. It made me too afraid to be vulnerable. All my life, my friends have confessed their deepest struggles with me,

Kashmir’s tehreek (resistance movement) is not just a struggle for justice, it is also a struggle of memory against forgetting. In a conflict zone, every photograph we make becomes a memory, proof of the state’s impunity. Above all the history of our resistance. Through this archive, I am trying to understand how the victims and their families memorialize the absence of their loved ones to fuel the resistance movement.

n our home, I have a small private space. MY ROOM. As I am an introvert I hardly have a friend to share my stories of success and failure. It is in the privacy of my room, I feel most relaxed. This is where I give vent to my anger and frustration.

Amidst the pandemic of covid 19, social distancing has created paranoia, suspicion and an overall break in human connections. “In the room” tries to look into a space that is against this new normal. The room is filled with stories that might not always be the truth but is metaphorical to it.

The Legitimacy of Homosexuality / Trans-sexuality is just a law passed in India. People from Queer Community are still seen through the same Point of View by society. As usual, they are still bullied and insulted in their workplace, on the streets at random. As if that was not enough, they are even assaulted physically now. The mindset did not change at all and the worst example of this is the families of the Queer People who are yet to accept their children as they are, with an open mind and stand by them. The enviable qualifications and qualities

“If we do not belong, what is home?” As per laws of thermodynamics— in an isolated system, the entropy can only increase. Most natural processes operate in such a way that energy can be transformed from one form to another: can be neither created nor destroyed, as it continuously flows from being concentrated to become dispersed.

The greatest philosophical complex of mankind does not confine to the body or its location, to not past, present or future, rather it is far deep-rooted in such a place where you perhaps never make it but try hard, really hard to do so – that space, for the lack of a better word, or entity or the void, whatever it is, holds meaning, values, far truthful and significant than anything else there could be. Besides myself, everyone I believe, at one day perhaps in the most mundane of everyday moments, for instance,

Mine was a family as normal would define it until the 21st of February, 2017. My mother underwent an operation. After around six to seven months, she started feeling a pain in her lower back; a pain which would affect our future progressions. Someplace unknown, a silence existed which remained voiceless of our future fate. A few months later, a checkup showed that mother had not progressed much with her healing up instead she seemed to be approaching a state of paralysis. As much a physical tragedy it sounded…

Unorthodox I am caged in my own mind where time stands still. Nelson Mandela in his ‘Long walk to freedom’ quoted that, “there is no beginning and end of life at the prison.” The captives can only escape from prison through their imagination. The kingdom of imagination is independent yet so meaninglessly absurd. However ridiculous and intangible it is, the world of imagination is the only privilege a captive got. Quarantine made me live inside my head a lot. I felt unravelling slowly with every piece of news, with every sound of an ambulance siren. With every random noise,

My project is based on my friends and their childhood dreams. I have tried to visually represent the childhood dreams of my friends based on what they grew up to be and how their lives have changed. After talking to them and spending time with them I have reconstructed them and their dreams, with the image in my mind of how they might look now. The seven friends I have selected for my project are lower-middle-class Bengali citizens of this country, ..