This is in remembrance of my "Chachiji" - a major aesthetic influence on me in my formative years.

She is no more but her vivid memories remain. I would miss your big eyes, a big bindi on your forehead and the love I felt whenever I visited you. If only I knew that you would be gone so soon...

She was a very stylish, beautiful and creative person. Her love for arts, her well-decorated home and experimentations in cooking had a lasting impression on me. Very affectionately, she would call - "Son, come here, sit and talk to me." I can still feel that she is here.

I always wanted to shoot a formal b/w portrait of Chachiji. Last when I visited her, she was not ready to sit for a portrait. Maybe, she was upset with me at the time for a short visit, much of the daytime spent visiting the monuments in Agra. Now, she has passed away so suddenly and I would never have the chance.

In my heart, in my memories, you live on.