Prabhat Saraswat:
The eyes say it all
Prabhat Saraswat:
Four and a half friends swinging together
Prabhat Saraswat:
Breakfast smiles
Prabhat Saraswat:
Wrinkled hands of my granny
Prabhat Saraswat:
The web
Prabhat Saraswat:
A little shelter from the scorching heat
Prabhat Saraswat:
Aftermath of Incessant rains in Gurgaon
Prabhat Saraswat:
Walk slowly coz you are treading on my dreams
Prabhat Saraswat:
Late for work
Prabhat Saraswat:
The milkman
Prabhat Saraswat:
The holy beef
Prabhat Saraswat:
They shoot films here, he said
Prabhat Saraswat:
Pykara falls
Prabhat Saraswat:
Of what remains of a spiced roasted corn
Prabhat Saraswat:
Mist and the flowers
Prabhat Saraswat:
Tea at high altitude
Prabhat Saraswat:
Death
Prabhat Saraswat:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams.
Prabhat Saraswat:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams.
Prabhat Saraswat:
The pied piper
Prabhat Saraswat:
My granny
Prabhat Saraswat:
Spine
Prabhat Saraswat:
My sister,
Prabhat Saraswat:
--My granny--
Prabhat Saraswat:
-- Migrant family at india gate --
Prabhat Saraswat:
Shambhavi
Prabhat Saraswat:
Sanyogita
Prabhat Saraswat:
Pokru
Prabhat Saraswat:
Sriraam and shalu,
Prabhat Saraswat:
Himachal Kids
