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  • THREE OLD FRIENDS TOGETHER.JPG
  • THE MOST PRECIOUS POSSESION.JPG
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  • TRYING TO ABSORB THE OLD WORMTH.JPG
  • TOO MANY EVENTS OF LIFE,UPS AND DOWN, WRIITEN BY THESE FINGERS.JPG
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  • THE TWO OLD SOUNDS OF CALCUTTA.JPG
  • HARMONY IN EXISTENCE.JPG
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  • OFFERS OF NEW FACILITY.JPG
  • DAYS ADDRESS. CORNER OF THE STRRET.JPG
  • NO CONNECTIVITY WITH THE YOUNG ONES.JPG
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  • LOOKING FOR AN ENGLISH TYPIST. WANT TO RETIRE.JPG
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  • FILLING UP THE EMPTY SEAT.JPG
  • DISMANTLING HISTORY.JPG
  • CURIOSITY FOR THE OLD FROM THE NEW.JPG
  • CREATING THE LETTERS FOR OLD MACHINIES.JPG
  • ALONE AMIDST ALL THE HULLA BULLA.JPG
  • ALONE ! .JPG

LOST IN TIME. FOUND IN MOMENTS...

“Words of success, words of failure, words of union, words of separation. I equip you with words to fight, with words to win. I equip you with words to settle a deal. Words are at my finger tips, I produce it faster than you can speak. I sit on street and document important events in your journey of life with my humble typewriter.

But today my words are falling short at a corner of a busy street. In fact, I am not welcome on the street anymore!

My whispers are wiped out by the ever increasing noise of busy life. The speed of my hands are not being able to keep pace with the speed of modern times. Life around me is getting busier, faster, automated! My words are getting lost and so does my voice and my existence. No new typewriter is ever born these days. Old ones are not cared for anymore. Today, I am losing the battle of life and not being able to stand the test of time.”

Can you hear the silent whispers of the typewriter? I can!

I can hear his voice, trembling, almost falling silent. I can’t wait to pick up my lenses to capture the fag end of his life! I want everyone to listen to what he has to say while he feels deprived and lost. Let people know the role he played for decades in our lives. He equipped us with words to fight a battle, he empowered us, kept the record of time, the very record of our landmark events. Now, let his memory get etched in our mind.

My attempt here is to create a living documentary of these dying document makers. A powerful visual story of people whose typewriters are dying along with them. Probably their voice will not be heard anymore, while silence takes over. This story is a moving tale of those street typists sitting on the threshold of busy streets and moving traffic. Let my images touch the lives of those, whose touch of keys have frozen the moment in the history. The effort is to capture those whispering typewriters and their masters in modern urban life.