One of my earliest memories is that of a yellow giant creature tearing away the earth in my village, thumping it and leveling it into a road – it was a bulldozer. Growing up as a kid I remember there were hardly any good book at home. It was only in 6th grade that I came across a thing called dictionary, it was a fascinating discovery. By 9th grade I saw magazines with rich images that fascinated me way more than the with mere text or water-color illustrations. My time in the school library would be spent mostly leafing through the National Geographic magazines. I realized that my imagination was triggered by the those powerful images. There wasn’t a TV at home then. The articles and images combined would get me to imagine about places which were far away from 'here', the skills and the equipment required to immortalize life as an image. In my fantasies I would always visualize myself as a part of the team creating those images. An image is read within the constraints of its framing and borders, but my fascination grew with what lies beyond the frame – the bigger and holistic picture!

Those images developed a fascinating link between me and the unseen far away places.