stories from home

stories from home

Rooted in the textures and rhythms of West Bengal, these scenes are fragments of what I knew was my home—quiet witnesses to rituals, resilience, and craft.

From the riverbank clay of Kumortuli where deities are sculpted with reverence, to the winter sweetness of gur, simmered by nomadic hands into something sacred, each of these moments that I have captured is a gesture of memory. Even the image of the 'traditional Bengali wife'—so often misunderstood—becomes a lens through which I explore the unseen power and layered roles women inhabit. I see them as visual poems that hold the weight of culture, care, and inheritance.

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