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Please help the destitute

PLEASE HELP! I spent sometime at Shantibhawan, an old folks home in North Delhi run by dedicated nuns. They are desperate need for donations. Would really appreciate if any of my friends want to help them. I am trying to use this platform to raise money, whatever i can... remember every penny makes a pound! If you want to contribute, please email me
sweet man?!
I was on an assignment in Punjab sometime back. This man was sitting in his sweet shop, and as soon as he saw me with the camera, he jumped up and posed himself in front of his shop. I couldn’t resist taking this photos of this ‘sweet wala’
bombay film club
Walking around in Dharavi, I stumbled across this small dark and dingy video club where all the migrant workers would gather and watch Bollywood movies on a big screen. This wasn’t a proper cinema, and since they were all using pirated movies, the price for a ticket was cheap. no pepsi, no popcorns and no chairs!
men and knickers!
Few years ago, my friend Carlotta and Francesco went to Old Delhi to ‘make’ a photo of an Italian design magazine, Pelle. We wanted to send a portrait of the magazine back to the magazine, and spice market was the perfect place to take this posed portrait. Crowd gathered in no time, and since the magazine had no lingerie content (apart from the cover of course!), the magazine was immediately returned back to us.
Buddhist temple in Bihar
In one of my trips covering the Buddhist trail, I went to a Buddhist temple in Bihar and walked into a room full of thousands of earthen lamps that lit the entire room. Must confess it was a surreal experience in Bodhgaya.
scared in a classroom?
petrified? terrified? horrified? scared? frightened? or all of the above?
During a recent assignment, I was in Uttar Pradesh and I went to a classroom where this young girl was asked to recite a poem. She stood there in the corner, horrifed. The teachers’ desk had two different kinds of sticks which made sense why a sweet little girl would be scared to even recite a poem about birds chirping in the morning. When I confronted the teacher and reminder her the rights of the child and how she couldn’t beat up children – she couldn’t care less and defended herself by saying that ‘the kids need a good beating to behave themselves.’ Horrifying.



























