A Bench, window and green wall, Government school, Saharanpur,2016
Broken clock, trophy and green wall, Government school, Saharanpur, 2016
A room with green walls, red couch and books, Amitabh textile mill, Dehradun, 2016
A room's corner , window and stairs, Deoband, Saharanpur, 2016
Huge pipes and motors for water management, Private property, Ambala, 2016
Pillars and empty space, Lord Krishna textile mill, Saharanpur, 2016
Willy's jeep and wooden furniture, Government polytechnic college workshop, Deoband, Saharanpur, 2016
Chair on a table and electrician sign, Government polytechnic college,
Deoband, Saharanpur, 2016
Electricity control panel, Private property, Ambala, 2016
Office space with blue chair and broken glass, Daya sugar mill, Gagalheri, Saharanpur, 2016
Windows and mountains, Lambi dehar mines, Mussoorie, 2016
This photo essay is about my exploration of abandoned spaces. My interest upon urban ruins started in my childhood; there were a few abandoned buildings near my house and I was always curious to get a glimpse of those spaces but I couldn’t, because at that age I wasn’t allowed to go near those spaces. My idea is to explore and experience how it feels to be in a space filled with memories and belongings of people who lived or worked there.
These structures appear to me as the scars on the face of earth, a scar in which no one is interested and no one wants to cure them. Inside these spaces I felt the absence of human life and everything was so still and calm, as if the time had stopped in the past and the world moved on; but they still exists among us in the new world, standing alone; decaying and waiting for a slow death.These structures once prideful and productive are now falling apart and soon will cease to exist.
The clamor of these spaces has been replaced by silence and what remains is the whisper of the broken structure.
