My childhood was like a fairytale. My sister and I grew up in one room, A large room in a two-bedroom apartment in a rather posh part of Colombo in Sri Lanka. My parents created this magical world around us. Even at times, we didn't have lots of money, and there were a few those times; they always made us feel anything and everything was possible and that the sky was the limit. My mom used to read me bedtime stories, and they were mostly about beautiful places and cultures that were different to mine: magical sunsets and people in far-off places with painted faces. Mythical tribes on mountain tops. The Adventures of Tintin and How Robyn Hood Rescued Maid Marian. I was mesmerised. These stories there were captivating. Late at night, when I fell asleep, I spend my days in other worlds climbing and fighting off lions, all in my little Indiana Jones adventures and that one day I would visit all of these countries and bring back these stories home, she would smile and reply "of course you will" 

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In 1260 Marco Polo headed off to find China. When I was seven, my dad gave me some coins and permission to ride my bicycle down to the local store; they say there comes a day in a boy's life when he first crosses the street and enters the company of the great explorers. That summer, I, too, joined the list of great explorers. 

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I remember the first time my dad put a camera in my hand. Even before finishing that initial roll of film (yes, film), I understood what had happened, the world had changed, and my life would never be the same. Since then, I've never been one for indoor or cooperative games based on relational interdependence. So grew up with an insatiable longing to explore the unknown and longing to return. 

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Then suddenly, I was eighteen, going to college for plan B. The inevitable had happened moved countries and became an IT Engineer. My dad was well pleased. Servers to update Routers to configure cars and minivans, mortgages and loans. Same coffee shop day after day, dinners to lunches routine followed routine life was good. Still, the universe has a habit of drawing you closer to things you love, kicking you hard, and reminding you now and then.   

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Today I see life as a privilege and not a Right. I go where the light leads, and the land is most extreme. I go where I am led by people I don't know. With a myriad of different customs and fresh faces, these moments have transformed the way I think and how I feel. I learn not to fear the unknown but laugh aloud at life's surprise. His creation humbles me, and I am grateful for the opportunity that he presents me so that I, too, could live life as life was meant to be

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The Images come as a gift. The lens is my third eye; a camera is a tool I take for granted. My work is my best effort; It's a big and beautiful world out there. I want to share it, and I also want to live it and be a part of the images and stories I share. 

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I love people, places, and adventure.