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Rajat Dey and Krishnendu Saha, part of the That's Life collective, capture street photography in a noirish style. Complex, abstract and open to interpretations, the images here are grounded in its genre of ordinary life. Each visual sparks a story within and makes you feel like

Scheherazade herself.

Tanya Mendonsa's poignant verses frame each image with raw intensity and lets you sink in without feeling led on. Light as rain and heavy as sin, the visual narrative of street photography has matured.

A wild bird screams from the black arms of my window.

Beyond is the country of the neverknown.

Mire and bloodvision blurred.

All uncaring,flesh from treesfall and fall,

and I beneath.

Photo Essay

phoToGRAphY : RAjAT DEY

ThIS ARTICLE AppEARED oN ARTS ILLUSTRATED VoLUME 1 | ISSUE 2

phoToGRAphY KRIShNENDU SAhA

This rare holiday spreads itself before me like a field of mustard flowers,humming with happiness.

I can swim down the lazywalking river of the roadand fish upcups of tea and goddesses,music and massage

and anything else I wantto change the colour of my eyes.


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I am everyman –feet in mud; a litter of light on my head.

I have eaten hope downfrom the red to the rind

but am still hungry.

phoToGRAphY : KRIShNENDU SAhA

A foggy night pierced by points of clarity:

they seem to be redemptionbut are only streetlamps.

What can we do but touch each otherand hope to find the way home?

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What is this world, O stranger?

You and I.

We wait for the knock of daybreakto bring forth miracles from the grass.




So brief, this spark of life

blazing into a heart of light

to which death opened the door.


Unguessed,beneath,

the blackness waits

and bares its teeth.




Darkness falls.

Night unfurls her tongue and speaks, in serpent syllables,of the carnage to come.

But here, in this circle of charity,the angels meld their wings in mercyso that innocence can sleep in peace.


In the silence of the room I spool back the day in my dream:the whole long and empty morning

and then –

the step on the stairthe knock on the doorthe letter that came.

Nothing that happens after will ever be the same.




I drink down the night in a heavenly draught.I swallow the swarming stars like shoals of silvery fish.

My spirit is as absentas polishedand as pure

as a stone in the moonlight.

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There is nothing nicer than this feeling of sweet uselessness,waiting for the sun to bathe me whole.

The waiting is almost sweeter than the wanting; blissfull,

everywhere.



How can the mosquito bites of the city have any sting in this place?

Half of me is wood already.




Nobody knows but Ithat the ground beneath my feet is pregnant with a thousand sleeping lilies.

the warning shriek of the pastthe blinding glare of the future:

there is so little time left.

Learn!

Learn!

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