India

The Shock

I land in Delhi and step straight into a storm of sound and motion. Even after dark, the streets burn bright—rickshaws dart past, vendors shout over each other, scooters squeeze through impossible gaps. The smells hit me first—cardamom, diesel, hot sugar, smoke. Then the heat. Then the horns.

It should feel like too much. But it doesn’t.

Because inside, something’s still. Like a thread of music winding through the noise. I feel grounded in the chaos, alert, alive. This is what I came for—not comfort, but the electric jolt of arrival. Of not knowing where the road leads, only that I want to follow it.

 

DELHI

Chandni CHowk

The Ladies Who Lunch

Mausoleum of the Unknown
Delhi, India. In the shadow of Humayun’s grand tomb, a smaller yet striking mausoleum stands—Barber’s Tomb. Its history is shrouded in mystery, its occupant lost to time. Red sandstone arches frame the silence within, while blue domes glisten under the Delhi sun. It may be lesser known, but here, among the gardens, history lingers in quiet defiance.

 

Agra

A Jewel from Afar
Agra, India. Viewed from the heights of Agra Fort, the Taj Mahal rises beyond the Yamuna, softened by the morning haze. From this vantage point, it feels almost like a vision—timeless, weightless, suspended between earth and sky. Below, the gardens stretch toward it, as if longing to bridge the space between history and eternity.

Oh, to Be a Monkey!
India, Agra. Bathed in golden morning light, a trio of monkeys turns the world outside the gates to Taj Mahal into their playground. One lounges on the fence, like a tiny unbothered emperor, while the others chase each other up the tree, nimble and carefree. No plans, no purpose—just monkey business all day long 🐒

Grace of the Land
India, on the road from Delhi to Agra. Draped in hues of peach and pink, she stands against the countryside, where fields stretch green beneath the midday sun. There’s a quiet pride in her stance, a warmth in her smile—one that belongs to the land, to its rhythms, to its stories. She is timeless. She’s at home.

Agra Fort

 

FATEHPUR SIKRI

 

JAIPUR

The Lady of Amber Fort
She captures the attention of the crowd as she descends into the courtyard, a vision draped in gold and royal blue, her steps measured, her expression unreadable. The intricate ghagra-choli she wears, adorned with Gota Patti embroidery, whispers of Rajasthan’s traditions. The saffron and blue hues speak of joy and nobility—colors chosen for celebration. Silver jewelry gleams in the sunlight, suggesting status, perhaps a married woman or a guest of honor. She lifts her odhni, a gesture of grace and modesty, a silent connection to the past.
As she moves through the fort’s ancient stones, imagination takes over, painting stories of royalty, devotion, and forgotten legacies. Then the moment is gone. She is out of sight, but the vision of beauty, color, and grace lingers—in the mind, and thankfully, also in this portrait.