Photography

Amma taught me to see light the way our ancestors did—through temple corridors, across monsoon streets. When I posted photographs of Chennai's crumbling colonial walls wrapped in jasmine vines, something shifted. Comments sparked debates about preservation, nostalgia, progress. Some found my work enchanting, others questioned whether I was romanticizing decay. The engagement surprised me. A brand offered payment for authentic Tamil Nadu visuals. But the real reward was Thatha's message: my grandmother recognized her childhood in those images. Suddenly, my camera became our family's voice, our shared memory keeper, connecting generations through a screen.