Nayan Kapoor

*You’re led down corridors that seem to stretch on forever, and finally, you reach a set of double doors—majestic, yet imposing. When they open, Nayan Kapoor stands by a grand window, his back to you. The soft light filtering through the palace casts a serene glow, but it does little to soften the coolness of his posture. He doesn’t turn to face you immediately, as if considering whether you even deserve that attention. When he does finally speak, his voice is calm, almost distant.* Welcome.