Stories · 05

Whole days, kept whole.

A single photograph is a moment. A story is the morning, the nerves, the laughter and the quiet after. Scroll through them.

Awaited

A white room, soft fabric and a lot of waiting.

Flowers on the sleeves, mist on the water.

Fog, headlights and a mountain town at night.

Ten tiny fingers and the softest light we could find.

A slice of window light and a lehenga that would not stay still.

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