As the first light kisses the river, chants rise in the mist. Petals drift on sacred water, carrying ancient prayers home.
A forgotten fort in Rajasthan
Wind slips through crumbling archways where kings once whispered. The past lingers in shadow, waiting to be heard again.
Golden dunes whispering secrets
Beneath the sun’s slow descent, the dunes shimmer like stories untold. Every curve a question, every breeze an answer forgotten.