She always smiles when I show her the pictures I took of her. Complains at time that she looks fat in some pictures, but I know she loves them all.
I know that my mother couldn't have ever anticipated that I will be a photographer one day. Born into the brothels, getting even the basic education seemed to be a distant dream. And here I am today, in 8th Standard, and having a Photography venture of my own, 'The Magical Lens'.
It all began in 2015, the first time I was introduced to photography thanks to one of the volunteers of Kat-katha organisation, of which I have been a part of for several years now. Hardik sir told me there are stories everywhere waiting to be told, you just need to keep an eye for a frame which consists all the elements of that story and once you have decided that frame, just freeze it and you would become a storyteller. The one who recites the stories through the moments frozen in time.
Thus, slowly I started making sense of light, shadows, composition and most importantly a 'story'.
It wasn't long when Arjun, a childhood friend of mine started showing interest in photography too and as Hardik sir mentored us, we both found ourselves addicted to clicking moments all the time. The Magical Lens wouldn't have been a reality without Arjun, we make a great team.
Inside the brothels where we live, the women share a beautiful bond like a family with each other, even if they are not blood related. The moments, when they smile, enjoy the morning tea, take care of their kids, exactly the same way that any other women does. And yet, I have seen the world treating them so differently, just because she's a sex-worker.
My mother along with all the mothers of G.B. Road are women like any other in the world and that's exactly what 'The Magical Lens' is trying to prove through our photographs.
I and Arjun are on a mission to show the world all those smiles, the love, the friendship, the real beauty behind the layer of that make-up. The real stories of those 4000 women residing on the tabooed Red-Light district of the capital.
I want my mother, to not only smile, but also to feel proud of who she is in this world when she looks at her picture.