Dear collector of moments that matter most, There is a small window in every child’s life when Santa is real. Not a story. Not a man in a costume. But someone who knows your name, remembers your wishes,and somehow gets you the best presents in the whole wide world. When Arya was five, we took her to Santa Claus Village.Across the Arctic Circle, into a place where snow never runs out and Christmas never ends. This is where she met Santa. A towering, jolly old man with a booming voice.Warm....
28 days ago • 2 min read
Dear keeper of tiny wonders and Christmas cheer, Every December, my studio starts to feel a little different. A little warmer.A little brighter.A little more like the season that wraps us in joy. And this always takes me back to the Christmas markets I wandered through during my travels… across winters and countries. A snowy corner of Sweden.A tiny stall in an old Nordic town.A fairy-tale village in Austria (the one Frozen borrowed its dreams from).Or Santa Claus Village in Lapland, where...
about 1 month ago • 2 min read
Dear collector of winter giggles and warm memories, It’s that time of the year again.Christmas spirit is tiptoeing into our lives… slowly, gently, and all at once. Calcutta does Christmas like no other city.The moment December arrives, something shifts. A little nip in the air.Park Street glowing under fairy lights.Nahoum’s plum cakes scenting the season.Joyful carols ringing through St. Paul’s Cathedral. And just like that, magic begins to happen. Parents start smiling a little more.Children...
about 1 month ago • 1 min read
Dear keeper of moments that matter, When I first started Niddledy Noddledy, albums were a natural part of how families saved their memories. Over the years, as everything moved to digital, most parents began asking only for soft copies. Life became faster, sharing became easier, and slowly I stopped making albums altogether. But something interesting has been happening lately.Many of my earliest clients have been coming back after years, asking:“Do you by any chance still have our photos?”...
about 2 months ago • 2 min read
Dear guardian of giggles, This week, Facebook sent me a small notification:Congratulations! You have 10.0K fans. In today’s world of giant influencers, that number might not seem like much.But to me, it means everything. Because this 10K didn’t come from ads and promotions.It came slowly, gently, one mother at a time. One tiny baby at a time.One photoshoot at a time. Click by click, smile by smile, your love built this number.And it feels poetic that this happened in my tenth year of doing...
2 months ago • 1 min read
Dear keeper of happy haunts and heart-melting smiles, Every Halloween, this picture takes me right back to where it all began… My tiny daughter in her witch-black dress, a crooked hat to match, and three cheerful pumpkins looking like they are having the time of their lives, perched on a tree trunk. It pulls me back to those early days when Niddledy Noddledy was just a dream, the camera my new best friend, and Arya a very patient model (most of the time). When I clicked the picture, something...
3 months ago • 1 min read
Dear collector of giggles and blessings, Durga Puja ends with Subho Bijoya … a wish that light wins, love wins, joy wins. And honestly? That’s every mom’s daily festival too. When the tantrum melts into a giggle.When the mess turns into a memory.When the sleepless night is forgotten in one smile. This little Durga says it best: courage in her eyes, cuteness in her cheeks, and a lion that’s clearly just here for the cuddles. So here’s to your own small-but-mighty wins this season … sweeter...
4 months ago • 1 min read
Dear seeker of lasting memories, This Durga Puja is special for me.Because Niddledy Noddledy is now ten pujas old. A whole decade has gone by since I first picked up my camera, not as a hobby, not as a job, but as a mother who didn’t want to lose the magic of her baby’s early days. I still remember that first puja. Arya was just a toddler, dressed up in her little red-and-white, clutching a stuffed lion almost as big as her. After a long day of pandal-hopping, we returned to my ancestral...
4 months ago • 2 min read
Dear Keeper of Split-Second Wonders, It was years ago, when my daughter Arya was still small enough to fit in the crook of one arm. We had travelled far, to the land of castles and stories (yes, the land of Game of Thrones). Breakfast had just ended. We were standing outside, chatting with new friends. One of them happened to be the official photographer of the event. Nothing formal. No lights, no poses. Just sunshine, laughter, and little Arya wriggling in my arms. And then, in a blink, it...
4 months ago • 2 min read