An alcove · A traveller's space

The Concrete Wanderer

Fursat mein yaad rakhne ke liye apna naam laaya hoon.
— a name brought, that you might remember it in your idle hours
Meet the wanderer
The collection

A wall of frames, one slow eye.

Photographs taken between cities and quiet rooms. Mostly at the edges of light — a flame, a storm, a window where the day was leaving.

Storm over the hill
A rose, observed
Diya, lit
Visitor on poinsettia
Backlit, in green
The waking city
The world, tilted
Tools, after the work
The sky, opened
Two shells, one tide
Patient architect
Two, leaving
Sparks, ascending
A small reaching
The pen and the hour
Sitting still
Curious?

If the work has moved you, even a little — there is a wanderer behind it.
You can read who they are, where they walk, and where to find them next.

Meet the wanderer