Articles by Tabassum Ansari

The River and Me

A friend of Tabassum told her about the river. “The first thing I saw when I went there was garbage. What will I shoot here, I thought. But then, I sat down quietly and began observing. I saw the river, the fisherman, the boat ferrying the people from one shore to the other.

Life in Twelve

Weaving your way through the clamour of crowds and vehicles, you pass by Mandi Crossing Chowk everyday on your way to work. Eyes glued to the ground, in your rush to get to the other side what all do you see, what slips away- you never have time to pause and think about all this.