My sister Madhura enjoying the afternoon in her room. Seven years younger to me, we share a special bond and are best friends.

This is the view I get, when I look at the terrace from my room at night.

My friend Munto puffing one of his endless cigarette.

My father Rana with our dogs, Golla (right) and Gunda.

Swastik (left), a close friend of mine and me, after a round of liquor.

My mother Madhusree with our dog, Golla having a lovely time in the afternoon.

The view of my room at night. Portrait of my late grandmother hangs from the wall. On the other side, my photographs from a series are pasted as posters.

There is no one who can love me as much as my maternal grandmother Nandita. Aging and in her twilight years, I feel guilty not visiting her regularly.

This is where I explore the world from. This is where I write my mails and edit my photographs and work. My shrine.

May 15, 2012 happens to be the 50th death anniversary of my paternal grandfather Ashok, who died in a landslide in Cameron Highlands, Malaysia while protecting my 6-month old father in his chest.