India - A place where Magic Happens
The first page didn’t hold it all. This is India. Page 2 carries more faces & more layers.
Some mornings rush - Some just ride along
Delhi morning — small stories in full swing
Moving through Chandni Chowk — a stall in motion and a hand in the crowd
Dust in the air, spice on the skin, shouting in every direction — and a bull, just passing through - Delhi - Spice Market
One moment - One strut - One lucky frame
Faith doesn’t always wear the same face
A floor, a pot, a little spread, Enough to keep the streets well-fed
Chapatis rise, the pans all sing, Fast hands serve up everything
From fire to plate, from market to pan — it’s all done by hand.
Landmarks rise - And so do the men who walk among them
Morning rituals — chai for some, survival for others
