the markets are filled with men shouting.

the farms with women laughing.

i used to get angry when people would say i'm not indian.

now i understand.

i'm not indian.

i don't know why i shoot flowers.

maybe because they're beautiful.

maybe because they're disposable.

i wonder what that says about me.

most of the time i'm getting in the way of someone trying to make a buck.

people take me to their stalls, to take a photo.

but the light is bad, so i pretend to click.

sometimes i want to take a photo of someone beautiful but i'm a stranger,

so they pretend to not understand.

these women look at me.

wondering why i'm wasting my time.

you should see my other photos.

most of them are out of focus.

jaipur, varanasi, mumbai, throvalai, banglore, kolkata.