A picture tells a thousand words, is the common saying. Some pictures, leave an imprint on our memories.

We look at some of these pictures and the stories they told us.



This image symbolizes the spirit of the people who are trying to keep our democracy alive. It gives me a glimpse into an accepting and inclusive society that we could all live in, one that values humanity and ethics as much as it values numbers; where all citizens can exercise their fundamental rights and live a life of freedom, dignity and honor. The energy of the people in the image is contagious and the world needs their warmth, empathy, spirit and individuality. It is unfortunate that what could be their life is only a part of their reality.

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The image can be found relatable, nostalgic, or even heart-breaking by almost everyone. It reminds me of my school and colony friends I used to play with, during my childhood. After school and on holidays, we used to play all kinds of sports and video games. In spite of being in different parts of the world now, we all are still in touch, at least we try to be. What one often fails to realize is, to cherish the present times because even before you know, you will be left with nothing but the invaluable memories, or just the remnants.

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A no tree world

Looking at a white boundary wall with freshly and neatly painted rows of trees, in my head I asked, “Couldn't they have planted a row of real trees instead?”
All I see are unborn trees, trees that were not planted but painted as a testimony for the coming future. Standing on the edge of tomorrow, in retrospect, I see the two trees in the background as the past reflections of what these trees were.
With the current state of drastic climate change, a future is foreseeable and alarmingly near where trees will be remembered as a painted eulogy.



I captured this image outside Jama Masjid, Srinagar, back in 2014. I was 16, I had only learned about the history of Kashmir through my political science books, none of which mentioned the struggle of the Kashmiri people and their fight for Azaadi. I often think about this photograph and what happened to this man. Is he dead/alive? I only realized in retrospect our fetishistic view of Kashmir as a ‘vacation’ spot. Someone recently said that India only wants Kashmir, not its people. My biggest regret is not talking to him and only greeting him with a ‘thank you!’ from a distance. I wish had sat down to talk to him. Maybe someday I’ll meet him again in an azaad Kashmir and sit down to talk about his story over a cup kahwa. 



Be happy in small things

After unlock 1 we went to a village, when we reached there we found these two buys were racing with us so I asked him "Mask kyo nahi pehna tumne", in reply to that they said, " hum mukhota nahi pehente"(at that time 0 cases of Covid was there).

I felt how purely they said that and they started laughing at us. They were from a labor's family in the village but the way they were enjoying their very big cycle was something city children are missing.

I learned from them is whatever the situation is you should always keep a smile and face the situation.