Life is a mosaic of experiences and a plethora of emotions layered within the two basic emotions of love and fear. A few years later and I am still asking myself what was it that I was trying to capture through these photographs.
Was I trying to capture the last few years of memories I had left, in fear or celebrating the 9 decades of Dhanji Anklesaria’s beautiful existence, in love?
A lot of my understanding of my grandfather came from my mother, Ferengez Latif. She spoke of him with loving admiration and awe. He was a strict disciplinarian, a demanding father and there were parts of him reserved and difficult to penetrate even for her. I tried best to comprehend.
The more time I spent around him, the more I was amazed by his zeal for life.
Unknowingly, I was building my own personal experience. This not only enabled me to get closer to nana but also uncovered some of his numerous and layered idiosyncrasies.
He was compassionate. Compassion, which many people call faith, faith in the Supreme Being. He was a proud Zarthusthi, following the religion in spirit rather than in ritual. He saw his God in the marvels of nature and the universality of music.
These fleeting moments were documented bringing alive experiences shared between my grandfather and me.