Project Title - My Mind is a Myth
“My mind is a myth. My body is made of ashes. Once this red which gushes under my skin refuses to flow like air in the sky, I will be left in mere weight. Without Mind without movement. But if you believe that I am more than the ashes, I will reside in your heart. Somewhere deep, till you turn to ashes, like me.” - Mother
“I gave birth to you, in my heart. After you left your body. I could not let you go, for you taught me to walk and talk. Sometimes I loved you, more than me. Maybe, sometimes I did not.” - Son
Photo essays about death, and human endeavor to understand it, deal with it, or to win over it.