Photo © Robi Chakraborty
I was visiting Delhi when I saw from afar a man, gesturing and whistling at a flock of pigeons. Next day I went looking for him and was lucky to find him. He invited me to the roof of his house overlooking the famous Jama Masjid Mosque. He let his homing pigeons out and they flew in circles high up in the sky. Later they came to land on his rooftop when I got this shot.
Robi Chakraborty UNITED STATES
My earliest memory of my love affair with the camera began in Kenya where my father allowed me to play with his Yashica twin-lens reflex. Things which unravel out of your childhood are destined to stay with you for life, often biding their time until they emerge out of the shadows to become the only pathway.
Next, in Kathmandu, he bought me a Chinese-made plastic camera, my first. All I did for a few days, was have the back open, click the shutter and watch in wonder. None of the above actually amounted to me clicking any shots. It has been a journey of learning discovery and exhilaration since then. Photography, is a passion I feel, it consumes and transforms me on a tangible level, making a wanderer without a timetable. I could not have prayed for anything better.
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