Photography, defining it in one word or a paragraph is not enough. Not even books written on it can define it completely. To start with, I would say its an art form. Painting with light to be accurate. It’s the only way to freeze a memory in passing time. May be we like it so much because at…

I remember those days when I used to go to the outskirts of the city for picnics, with my cousins, uncle and aunt. All stuffed into one car with baskets full of edibles snugly stuck in between me and my cousin, in the middle of the back seat. It usually used to be a long musical journey, filled with…