I used to think my habit of documenting things on the ground was a bit odd. But over time, I realized it comes from my own experiences. Growing up in Mumbai, slipping or tripping on the streets was just part of life. My dad always reminded me to watch my step, but the road to school wasn’t exactly smooth—it had water pipes, sewage, uneven surfaces, and during monsoons, things got even worse.

As a kid, I wasn’t always paying attention, often tripping over stones and realizing I should probably start watching where I walked. I guess that habit stuck with me over the years.

Now, after spending time in Los Angeles, I’ve noticed something interesting. While the skies and sunsets here are beautiful, I still find myself looking down. The streets are so clean and well-maintained that my eyes naturally focus on what’s below. I’ve started collecting moments—random objects and scenes that feel more intriguing than the city itself.

A spilled coffee cup creating an unexpected pattern, a misplaced bra (yep, things get a little wild here!), or melted ice cream forming abstract art. Even a dead rat I once thought was crawling—until I realized it wasn’t.

One moment that really stuck with me happened on a commercial set. The art department carefully placed flowers for the shoot, treating them with so much care. But once the shoot wrapped, those same flowers were discarded and crushed underfoot. It felt symbolic—how something once valued could be so easily forgotten.

There’s beauty in the overlooked, in the things left behind. Maybe you’ll see it too, or maybe not—and that’s okay.

I’ll be sharing more soon, along with pictures. Thanks for reading!