Ever since my school days when I used to draw the pencil sketches i aspired to become a photographer. I would always dream of freezing the moments of time in timeless frames to tell the tales of mortal periods.
I am working professional photographer for over decade now, taking pictures to earn my livelihood. But as a photographer this photo essay is all about a never-ending pursuit of my personal endeavor and aspirations. This all happened when I started taking pictures on daily basis which I found close to my own existence. One that I could relate to my state of self and perspective with the subject.
This whole story could be summed up in a few words:
Desolation and Isolation...
Just like a sheep deserted in a strange herd in the middle of nowhere, carrying a black burden on my shoulders warped in black, tossed in, getting pulled and pushed in to endless destinations...
This materialistic noises, rips me apart my soul and heart. I’m lost and perplexed, wandering in this concrete jungle in search of my nest, a nest of solace....