Rite of passage
Growing up as a girl in New Delhi is daunting. From the moment we are old enough to understand, we begin to notice stories of violence and servitude. We see it in movies, we see it at home, we see it in school, we see it on the news. Everywhere we go, there’s a man leering at us, unashamed.
As we grow, we find ways to resist. We travel in packs, we stand up to our teachers, we call out our uncles, we go out dancing, we wear the clothes we want to wear. We learn to unlearn, till we have some semblance of an identity. For this project, I wanted to photograph my life and the lives of my friends as we grow out of our childhood. This is our becoming.