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I picked up a camera a little over a decade ago and experimented with it on my first trip to Kashmir. What captured my interest during that trip was not the breathtaking landscape or the hues of the sky at 8pm but the gentle heart of every Kashmiri I met when I asked to take their picture. With faces flushed pink, their smiles won my heart. I wanted to live in that feeling forever.
And so I didn’t put the camera down.
Welcome to my story.
I learnt the art of storytelling through pictures while travelling. A few years ago, on a family trip to Kodai, my husband and I decided to take a hike off the usual road. I should convey here, that I am absolutely not a hike person. I like the outdoors in micro-doses but enjoy the luxury of home too much to be roughing it outside on a regular basis. But this hike was different. There was a small cottage down the path, laden with bushes of hydrangeas and I wanted to take a picture of it. Some day I’d like to own a little cottage on a hill somewhere. I took that picture and on the hike back, there was a sudden change in the direction of the breeze and I was struck by the sweetest scent of flowers. It was the smell of those scented erasers we all had as children. It got me thinking of what a silly idea it was to make scented erasers in the first place. Silly, and genius. Now every time I look at that picture, my memory is coloured by that smell.
Years later, I conducted a food photography and styling workshop and was asked what exactly I was looking for, when I took a picture. And the answer was right there in the question - to help the camera see, what I was seeing. The little texture of grated cheese or that dollop of butter melting slowly over a steaming naan wanted to be documented in HD, no, 4K. And so that’s what I set out to do, when I first started food photography for clients. I wanted to help you (yes, the biggest cliche)
feast with your eyes.
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