Learning to shoot in such a way that I blur the background and hence draw the viewer's attention towards what lies in the foreground. I was attracted to this simple frame that plays with three bold colors - red, black and white. 

This photograph makes sense compared to the one which you just saw. Here, the frame remains the same, however the background has been brought to focus. Photography is all about control. Sometimes that is purely technological. 

Leaves, especially dry leaves always attract me. They look somehow look experienced. In this photograph again, I play with techniques of a camera to blur the background. 

This photograph makes sense to me because of the shades. The color of the wall, the dry leaves and the shadows merge into a texture that feels fit for this frame. Again, through the manipulation of technology I bring the background into focus, compared to the previous photograph in the collection.  

A very difficult photograph to take. This one is called a pan shot and as you can see, the background of a moving object is blurred while the moving object is not. The camera has to move as fast as the car in this case to create the desired effect. 

Similar to the previous photograph in this collection, this is a very difficult shot to administer. It's called a pan shot and as you can see, the background of a moving object is blurred while the moving object is not. The camera has to move as fast as the car in this case to create the desired effect. 

I tried to capture snow and somehow did it rather well. My fingers were freezing and I wanted to just take a few shots to demonstrate to my instructor that I could shoot. However, the beauty of this photograph changed the process of learning how to shoot with an SLR. What seemed tedious became a habit, and I befriended technology, experimented with it to produce results that I desired. 

When I moved to my house in Royal Oak, Michigan I would love to stare out of the kitchen window while I washed my dishes. 

These hands belong to a very strong woman. They know how to never surrender. 

I was traveling with my husband and mother-in-law in Portland, Maine in America. I brought my camera along and hunted furiously for frames that I could be proud of. This one I certainly am, and in a way purely accidental, it captures the chemistry shared by Ambooj and his mother. 

The act of making pictures.

Lights and lines. 

Looking out of a plane window. 

A rainy day. 

The pier near my house in Brooklyn. It invites many pigeons, fishermen and health freaks. 

Someone once told me that I am like the wild, yellow flowers that grow carelessly on the sidewalks. 

Can you see the fake cycle? 

My version of a selfie. 

Living in a foreign country can be very lonely. Sometimes phone booths (which have of course lost their sheen after cellphones) draw me towards home in a nostalgic way. 

Playing with shapes. 

Criss-cross on the Brooklyn Bridge

Time

I love pigeons. I don't know why. 

A pattern on a wall. Looks like a Burri painting. 

Trains make me feel the way bridges do.

Playing with shadows on a sunny day. 

Something therapeutic about washing dirty dishes. 

The first flower I was gifted after my marriage. 

A fence. 

Naked trees are like sculptures, aren't they? 

Foreign land. 

A broken heart. (Almost). 

Toys. 

I love the patterns in the sky, from the sky and from the earth. 

Early morning. 

Photograph of a quick contour drawing, made using colorful charcoal. 

Sheet of ice and first winter with snow. 

A majestic graffiti of a triumphant lion towering over a ghost town. This was in Detroit, Michigan.

My husband and his cellphone. He lives inside it. 

A painting I made, when I tried to imagine the meaning of God.

One of the first photographs that I took that convinced me to take more.