Studio snap. You know, chin up, smile, say cheese/ or whatever else is culturally apt. And your tiny hands twist and fold themselves into nervous shipwrecks. 1985
Me. At the Malai Mandir in Delhi. The symbol of South Indian conquest in Delhi. Another winter day. Also likely to be a Sunday. Temple visits, the constant cheek-pulling by well wishers. 1987
Amma was looking for a place to put me and take photographs, and have just enough light. A child can feel smaller still when on a blank white chair. Early 1982
What does a mind do, when it sees everything as a series of patterns? City-hopping, identity-hunting, and word-gathering.
Above all... I am ... Mostly Harmless!