(Faith)
At the far edge of the land, where the Ganga loosens into the sea, Gangasagar becomes a doorway between the ordinary and the sacred. Pilgrims arrive with dust on their feet and prayers in their throats—old men leaning on sticks, women clutching flowers, children blinking at the dawn.
In the chill light, the river turns to gold and they step into it, each immersion a small, trembling surrender. Here, faith is not an abstract idea; it is knees that ache yet keep walking, lips that murmur a name, hands that release grief into the current.
On the shore, saffron-clad sadhus, drifting incense, and floating lamps stitch together a tapestry of longing and hope. Strangers share a silence as tiny flames move towards the dark horizon. They return home with bottles of sacred water, but what they truly carry back is quieter: the feeling that, for a moment, their hearts were heard.
Photographing people, cultures, and landscapes with a focus on authenticity over perfection. I believe the most powerful stories live in simple, honest moments.
