3 Sides of a Coin

Abedah Khartum, 75, arrived in Bangladesh fifteen years ago together with her now deceased husband and six children. Eking out a living one day at a time, she was initially hopeful that soon the day would come when she would return to her homeland in Myanmar. I can somewhat relate to her story as my…

Let the children play

Amidst the human migration and hardships of their displaced parents and extended families, the children at the Rohingya camps in Bangladesh emerge victorious. Too young to perhaps grasp the enormity of their situations, they adapt, assimilate and create a world tailored to their own needs.

The Candyman Cometh

Packing my bag before my flight out to the Rohingya refugee camps in Bangladesh, I kept having this nagging feeling something was missing. Tossing in those last minute items it suddenly came to me. I needed candy. Lots of it. I rushed off to the nearest supermarket and picked up as many packets as I…

And The Story Goes….

I was flattered when Vijeeta requested that I be the one to take photos for her upcoming engagement about a year ago. A year, that’s right, she was confident I had the chops to get the job done and booked my time way in advance.

A Stranger in my Town

A buddy of mine once quipped, “You’ve visited and photographed quite a few far away places in the region, what about KL”? He certainly had a valid point. The thrill of exploring your own home city often seems less inviting. Perhaps it’s just a case of familiarity breeds contempt. I live here, what could I possibly…

A Kingdom Uncovered

Any time spent in a foreign land opens up a myriad of possibilities for photographing the people and places especially more so at leisure than from a rushed perspective of a tourist.