Photographs are a visual record of the ephemeral transition of time. Each moment has essence of its own, the meaning for us to ponder.
This weekly photo series is an attempt to preserve such tiny fractions of time and to carve meaning out of them.
The blue hills and the red rivers remind me of the place where memories began.
(Assam, January 2018)
The painted evening sky.
Tuk Tuk Tuk!
The Bulbul wakes me up,
In the foggy morning.
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