Away from home and searching for one Sunset at Victoria Harbour. Hong Kong. Personal collection.“Do you feel at home?,” my new flatmate asked me last night. As I was cleaning the kitchen counter, she sprang the question out of nowhere.
Personal archive. Hong Kong.The whistling winds by my window, the smoothness of their ice. The greying of those structures around me, through the darkening of the skies. They speak to me freedom. Speak to me life. It is lonely, as my
Being a woman. Being single. Being Indian. Personal image. Shot in Hong Kong.“So how was your trip to Singapore?”, asked the attending nurse to me as she prepared to administer the weekly round of chemo to my Dad. “It went well