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Photo Essays

Everything is in India’s soil

In a narrow lane in Shahdara, two women keep a four-generation clay trade going, though they can no longer fire a pot in the city

In Almora, Ravan never burns alone

The town’s mohallas build two dozen of Ravan’s allies, and burn them together on Dussehra

Isn’t life random?

There is something about life. It is random. When we are born, we meet our family. Then, slowly, we find others. We call them...