Awaaz-The sound of silence. A conceptual, experimental exhibition

A big part of work revolves around the ideas of communication. I love the idea of intimacy that a Postal Service brings through snail mail. The anticipation and the intrigue of receiving anything other than an Amazon package! 

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River of Sand: A series of visual letters from the past written in the moment

It has not been long since my grandmother passed away. For me, it was like my armour being snatched from my body. For the last couple of months, my work was slow and after her death, I had stopped working altogether. I remained in her room, which is now my room. I used to go through her things, again and again, trying to find her fragrance and finding assurance in these objects that she had once touched.

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Menstruations: Indra’s sin and women’s curse

“Venus and I” watercolour on paper. 2017

Time and again, I have wondered, and perhaps like every woman, that why do half the population on this planet bleeds every month and the rest don’t and I think that I might have found the answer to this dilemma in Hinduism. It not only answers that why women have periods but also why are they considered unclean, cursed and fit to seclusion for those painful days.


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Celebrating Womanhood

In the summer of 2018, my sister introduced to me Ayush Kejriwal’s Instagram page. I do not follow fashion. I have never followed a fashion designer in my life. But when I saw Ayush Kejriwal’s work, I saw truthfulness and honesty. His work is bold and poetic.  In my heart, I thought- perhaps, this is the person I would like to work with.

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Pitt Rivers Museum: A treasure​ house

I was fascinated and overwhelmed the moment I entered this place. I had never visited a museum of natural history before and I had no idea what was at the back of the dinosaurs’ skeletons.

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