Originally published on June 2, 2016
Around an year after my mother’s death in 2015, I had gone to visit my father, then posted in Rajasthan, to do the yearly ritual which I have some issues performing because of them being Brahmanical in nature. The following images were to dissociate and garble up a nonsensical photo poem because of my inability to cope with the loss, and the confusion around the rites. My dad had took me to visit the India Pakistan border near the sand dunes of Jaisalmer in Tanot, a place said to have survived and sheltered the villagers from the oncoming shelling during a war. Recently, I got to know that some of the images I made during the trip were used for getting him married again.
Around an year after my mother’s death in 2015, I had gone to visit my father, then posted in Rajasthan, to do the yearly ritual which I have some issues performing because of them being Brahmanical in nature. The following images were to dissociate and garble up a nonsensical photo poem because of my inability to cope with the loss, and the confusion around the rites. My dad had took me to visit the India Pakistan border near the sand dunes of Jaisalmer in Tanot, a place said to have survived and sheltered the villagers from the oncoming shelling during a war. Recently, I got to know that some of the images I made during the trip were used for getting him married again.
They belonged to the seas, they owned the seas
there are no migrants to this land