It’s late June 2017; I’m on my way back to England from a short break to Croatia. The aerial view of the earth from above leaves me in awe and I think back to my second night in the town of Split, Croatia. 

The promenade is full of Croatians; toddlers, children, teenagers, young and the old, everyone is out. The night air is filled with music, the smell of street food, and of the sea breeze. Under a spledid starry sky, they’re all chanting and dancing. Then what had started so sweetly suddenly turned bitter. I felt lost and I knew exactly why: I missed home.

I get off the plane and the first thing I do is look up flights to Nepal. This is the story behind my recent Photo Project in Rolpa and Rukum; a seed planted in my head for years but I only acquired the courage to act on it after that nostalgic evening in Split.   

 

 

Mother and baby duo.

 

 

Baju with her nati-natinis.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Boys of Thawang.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Family portrait.

 

 

Five girls and a boy

 

 

Ram Krishan, Anup and Yugant.