These faces are more a pilgrimage into a realm of fantasy. I am trying to freeze the emotion on a face, dissolved in the intensity of a song. All these years I stubbornly believed that someday I will share their simple domain of faith, where, after a life torn in earthly things, a singing prayer will count more than haven. Sociology says that religion was born only when ancient clans got urbanized, as it was basically a tool to give authenticity to necessary social laws. Simple human faith in India always manifested itself in the form of lyrics—be it Kabir, be it Tulsidas. A praying face—a singing heart-- is a human identity devoid of any boundary, counting only in precious, innocent moments, dissolving in tears. Life simply is a flow of basic faith, and that’s the beauty of it. I exist, because I believe. And I sing, because I know that I exist in an intense and brilliantly mortal life.

SOUL SONG

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