I often wonder how a place drenched in historical upheaval could be called Aram (a place of rest).
From barracks to relief camps to now an arts space – everything about Aram Nagar is always at the cusp of transformation.
Much like all of Bombay, but without the noise.
This photo walk reminded me of the first time I came here ten years ago.
Google maps wasn’t accurate (it still isn’t), the house numbers always in a disarray and the surprising multitude of almond trees made the whole chaos feel intended.
Like someone was watching over. In a weird non directional but still present kinda way.
Now that I’ve been here, spent weekends watching performances, meeting people and taking afternoon walks – it has slowly found a way to shift my pace.
Beyond the glorified hussle of the city, there is a place meant to make things. To create experiences beyond the elite white walls of theatre.
Making these images felt like writing a love letter to the place.
I hope the contours reveal the many different worlds within Aram Nagar.
Its slight meandering and wandering in different directions – into another time.
As I was too, nudged through a myriad of memories 🙂
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This series was shot using Fujifilm C-200 with a Yashika Fx-3 Super 2000 | 50mm lens.
