Postcard from Cholistan

Photography & Write up for High Profile Magazine

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"Passing through the mosque, I walked towards the fort and entered through a huge wooden spiked gate. Every portion of the fort held a mystery inside. I could see so many frames longing to be captured. The massive brick structure seemed to be striving for survival. The remains were calmly resting as if it has been ages they are like this. The more I moved further, I was being pushed into a state of sweet solitude. I was enjoying the experience to the utmost. The aroma of tranquility prevailed all over and the dominant seemed weaker. The fear of all the powerful started fading away. In the absence of colors, light and shade played a talismanic role. The amazing sciagraphy, due to the different levels in the typology and the changing angle of the rays of light, played magical feats and created shadows which spoke a different language every other hour. Shadows have always accompanied me; always been a companion to me in this journey where I love carrying this crowd of loneliness around me.
Soon the sun started to set down. The light was getting darker. And once again, I had to bid farewell to my companion and move on…for another journey!"