Some photographs don’t wait for a series. They arrive on their own — unaccompanied, quiet, and true.
They appear without ceremony — brief, muted, and still becoming. This space is for those images.
Loose ends. Stray lights. Glimpses that caught my eye and stayed with me.
Here, I share moments that might not belong anywhere else — and maybe that’s where their strength lies. Each frame is a pause, a question, a piece of something still unfolding.
Maa - The Threshold of the Divine
In the labyrinthine lanes of Kumartuli, where divinity is hand-shaped in clay and tradition seeps through every brick, a half-veiled Durga waits. Threshold of the Divine holds the tension of myth in transition, a quiet glimpse into the sanctum before sanctification, while being present, as a mother does.
In the half-light of preparation, divinity awaits its unveiling. Caught between tarpaulin and twilight, this image peers into the sanctum of creation - where Goddess Durga, not yet consecrated, holds her gaze steady through slits of green and clouded plastic. The third eye burns with calm fire, the red ripe with promise. Here, the sacred is not yet spectacle; it is still clay, still becoming, still breathing in the quiet breath of her maker.
This moment is not performance but presence - liminal, watching, waiting. Like a mother, a constant meditation on the thresholds between form and faith, craft and consecration, concealment and revelation. Maa - The Threshold of the Divine is an ode to that in-between - where creation is reverent, where the maternal becomes mythic and the only material place where the divine and the sacred feels near.
Uploaded: 19th May 2025
Auraq – Eyes of Sky
This image captures a boy from a remote village in the Thar Desert, where the endless sky and vast earth meet in fragile harmony. In his gaze, the desert’s ochres and the boundless blue above are mirrored - each eye a canvas reflecting both landscape and longing.
Bathed in the warm, shifting hues of desert light, this portrait transcends place to become presence. The colours do more than frame a scene - they pulse with the silent stories of wind, sand, and resilience carried within him.
Power here is quiet but undeniable, found in the reflection of sky and earth held steady in a single, unblinking look - a look that asks you to pause, to see, and to recognise the vastness within the human spirit.
Uploaded: 17th May 2025
Her Side of the Wall
Two women. One painted, one present. One imagined strong, the other simply enduring. Who holds the greater power?
Amid concrete silence and peeling paint, an elderly woman sits wrapped in sky-blue resilience, framed by a wall where strength is worn as costume. One is imagined - a superhero, painted and poised. The other is real - soft-spoken, sunlit, and enduring.
This image speaks of power not as spectacle, but as persistence. Not the kind that shouts, but the kind that stays.
She is not the mural. She is the moment it forgets to honour. Hers is the power of waiting, of weathering, of witnessing time change around her and still choosing to sit upright, to look skyward.
In a world obsessed with speed and dominion, this photograph is an ode to quiet power - the un-marketed kind, born not of muscle or machine, but of memory, labour, and the soft defiance of being still and visible.
Uploaded: 16th May 2025
Guftagoo ya Pukaar
The fragile boundary between sharing and calling out - a conversation held in shadows.
Within the ancient walls of Agra Fort, where Mughal glory once reigned, two women - one in the quiet strength of middle age, the other in the fragile bloom of youth - stand together. Are they simply talking, or is this their silent scream against the weight of history and time?
Presented in monochrome, their figures emerge as echoes - layers of resilience and unspoken stories intertwined with the stone around them. Their conversation is both a bridge and a fissure: between generations, between past and present, between visibility and silence.
Here, power is not what crumbled, but the shared breath of women who carry resilience - unseen yet unbroken, whispering loudest where the world listens least.
Uploaded: 15th May 2025