Reverie

A window full of sunlight, a single flower, radiant in its life-affirming presence, and my better half who had woken up not that long ago. Not the most elaborate of setups for a portrait session! 

I don’t know much about angles or techniques, I just followed the light. It danced on her face, weaving shadow and glow, and all I did was press the shutter.

Time and again I realize that photography (or any art for that matter) isn’t about perfection. It’s about noticing—the way sunlight transforms a room, the way a smile unfolds naturally, the way something so simple can feel so extraordinary.

Maybe that’s all we need: light, stillness, and a heart open to what unfolds. Because in moments like these, I’m not just taking a picture—I’m learning how to see.

Colors of Love

The room is brightly lit, light from the tube lights spilling over the colors and coloring sheet on the coffee table that is now a makeshift art hub. Outside, winter presses its icy fingers against the windowpane, but inside, warmth radiates from the quiet joy of togetherness. A mother and her toddler sit on their respective chairs, one big, the other small, their faces mirroring each other’s delight.

The toddler grips a coloring pen, his tiny fingers smudged with a rainbow of colors. “Mama, look!” he exclaims, pointing to the yellow sun God he has colored. The mother smiles, her heart swelling with a love too vast to name. She is busy coloring other bits of the sheet, a deity’s feet, an auspicious motif—letting her colors dance alongside his. The father gets busy, trying to capture these moments for eternity.

Laughter spills into the room, mingling with the fragrance of fresh flowers brought that evening. In these simple moments, life feels complete—a reminder that joy doesn’t need grand gestures, just a shared home, a warm heart, and the brilliance of a child’s colors.

Dino days

They are everywhere. On the WFH desk, the dining table, the living room sofa. They peek out from obscure corners, eyes watching our every move. They are in the books being devoured, in the fossils being meticulously unearthed with the best friend from the neighbourhood, who is constantly reminded of the finer points of prehistoric life she’s unaware of. They are in the sun catchers shimmering with fresh coats of paint and in the movies and web series playing on an endless loop, every detail being memorised.

For him, this truly is the summer of the dinosaurs, and his dad is savouring every moment of it.

The blurred ones are the best ones perhaps

A summer evening, a neighbourhood park, and seemingly everyday moments which will become a treasure trove of memories long after the evening is over.

Location: Ghaziabad, India

Clicked: June 15, 2024

Posted: June 19, 2024

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