I have known him since the time I began documenting the Rafaees a Sufi order .. he belonged to the Chancawalli Rafaees , and those days they were led by late Sikandar Wali Baba who spoke a smattering of English.. I met the Rafaees through my dear friend Fahad Khalil Pathan whose late father a holistic healer and the Imam of the Makdhoom Shah Baba Shrine at Mahim.
I documented their body piercing, eyeball piercing rituals and even went on their rounds begging from shop to shop , dressed as I was like them but more colorful , women ended giving me money and wanted to take my blessings .. However what I got as a beggar the alms I handed over to late Sikandar Ali Baba.
For sometime due to serious differences with late Sikandar Ali Baba I was expelled from their group and once Sikandar Ali Baba died his successor Handi Sai asked me to come back continue shooting them .
the flesh ages the soul remains young the cosmic silence of of a sheepish tongue poetic paroxysms heaving lungs once bitten twice shy of being stung a living corpse rising amorphous from the dung holding on forever to her memory his mind unsung a heart she had nurtured than one day out on the streets she flung among razor sharp bristles of pain a weed newly sprung