From ancient times to modern day, the Bazaar has always been the pulse of a city. Often the center of social, financial and religious activities, both locals and travelers flow constantly through its winding vessels. It endures natural and man-made calamities, reviving itself from its own ashes. It withstands even time itself. Thus, life moves on.
I have always applied this philosophy not just to my way of life but also to my art. I document the movement of life and those who move it. I am fascinated by the thought that yes, life is in constant motion but I can capture it at a standstill, that a Bazaar even in ruins still continues to be a beating heart.