By Dattatreya Mitter
Citylights, moving fast - A paradigm shift
The city shines bright, horizons finding truth,
Truth, that finds time to fly alive,
And a city that we call our Lover's Booth
The city shines bright, horizons finding truth,
Truth, that finds time to fly alive,
And a city that we call our Lover's Booth
About: A thrifty bibliophile with a mispronounced name and a part-time opinionated
pseudo-intellectual foodie.
My style of photography depends on what situation I put myself into. Sometimes the
best images come in low light situations. When everybody is enjoying out there,
dancing and singing, I’m still out there shooting in the dark.
About: Hello, I’m Subham Behera. I’m a guy who loves nature, loves to travel, and
loves to go out there and photograph the beauty of it. In me, there’s this child
spirit in my heart that looks for adventure forever. I always want things to be
perfect, not only pictures but everything. I’m striving towards perfection. I don’t
ever plan on getting it but I’m always striving for it.
By Subham Behera
By Subham Behera
Sometimes, the pictures that I click tend to be bleak like Charles Dickens’s novels.
This very picture is one of them.
About: Hello, I’m Subham Behera. I’m a guy who loves nature, loves to travel, and
loves to go out there and photograph the beauty of it. In me, there’s this child
spirit in my heart that looks for adventure forever. I always want things to be
perfect, not only pictures but everything. I’m striving towards perfection. I don’t
ever plan on getting it but I’m always striving for it.
Wafts of cloudy smoke
twirl and pirouette
in the sky as
dusk traces
its longing fingers
down his lover's back.
The farewell hour
casts its shy glance on them,
locked in an embrace,
Unwilling
to let the night
consume them whole.
twirl and pirouette
in the sky as
dusk traces
its longing fingers
down his lover's back.
The farewell hour
casts its shy glance on them,
locked in an embrace,
Unwilling
to let the night
consume them whole.
About: Dancing to the tune of the raindrops liberates me and being an emotional and
sentimental soul, my love for the twilight hour is never-ending, the crimson hues of
the setting sun spilling a rainbow effect on the monochrome canvas, as the fireflies
up in the night sky flicker, reminding me that life is a dream, a journey, an
adventure.
By Ritasree Pal
By Sayar Krishna Deb
The light lingers
and escapes,
like hands slipping
from your clutch
inevitably
draped in shadows,
the lover's coalesce
with the silence
Of the night again.
and escapes,
like hands slipping
from your clutch
inevitably
draped in shadows,
the lover's coalesce
with the silence
Of the night again.
About: Hot Wheels- the name itself ignites a magical aura, justifying my sheer love
for the four-wheelers and road trips, fondly reminding me of Tripling-the story
unfolding in Tiago and providing me an opportunity to dwell in the lap of Nature.
Part 1
We, the people of India: A Dream
We, the people of India: A Dream
About: Constantly curious about Indian politics, Aikantik likes to arm himself up
with a camera and nurture photojournalism as his forte. When not out looking for
stories, Aikantik can be found binging on movies, poring over Film History, and
gushing about new trends in Indian Cinema!
By Aikantik Bag
By Aikantik Bag
Part 2
We, the people of India: A Dream
We, the people of India: A Dream
About: Constantly curious about Indian politics, Aikantik likes to arm himself up
with a camera and nurture photojournalism as his forte. When not out looking for
stories, Aikantik can be found binging on movies, poring over Film History, and
gushing about new trends in Indian Cinema!