The Story belongs to STREETSIDE BY NRC Udaipur 2012, I was travelling to a beautiful place. There, I met a woman who in spite of living on the streets, she conversed in English language. This is not so common in our society, so I was astonished....
The light of hopes, joy & promise- Poster Launch It is the fifth edition of our series of calendars. It’s a beautiful journey so far wherein we have always got inspired by real-life stories of humans and communicated our love for nature, mountains, humanity as well...
The light of hopes, joy & promise- Poster Launch It is the fifth edition of our series of calendars. It’s a beautiful journey so far wherein we have always got inspired by real-life stories of humans and communicated our love for nature, mountains, humanity as well...
After all the stories that I shared, this story is my very first attempt to help the street side people in winters. Winters are the toughest time, as the cold air becomes unbearable. Though it effects people who have shelter, think about those who barely...
If you look at this picture closely, your heart will feel nothing but sympathy for this man. I saw him on the old streets of Bhubaneswar and the day I took this photograph, I felt heartbroken inside. Poverty breaks you in a lot of ways...
In Hinduism, a sadhu is a holy man who is solely dedicated to achieving moksha through meditation. I met this holy person last year and his one question knocked my head. ‘Where do sadhus come from?’ He asked, to which I was completely blank, I...
So this was a real crazy moment because when I was clicking this picture, she was clicking me. This happened for the first time. In that very minute, a photographer was clicking another photographer. Luciana, a girl with a million colours, that is how I...
I met a girl named Payal on the streets of Rajasthan a while back. Her story is rather painful for someone her age. Our childhood days are the golden days, filled with laughter, carelessness and love. However her story shakes you to the core. Like...
I met a girl last year in the valleys of Himachal Pradesh, even though i met her once before this but the second time was different. I consider myself worthy enough for being that person with whom she considered sharing her pain with. What shook...
Some pictures are simply close to you as they refresh that very memory which brings a smile every now and then. This portrait is my first ever clicked picture, his name is Chandrakant. We keep looking for stillness or tranquility, the one that brings content...