Banaras

In Banaras, life gathers at the water’s edge. Along the ghats of the Ganges, ritual and routine merge into a single continuous act, unfolding from first light to the last embers of evening prayer. Smoke rises, bells echo, silk catches the sun, and the river reflects it all without judgement.

This collection moves through the city’s layered textures — stone steps worn smooth by centuries, narrow lanes dense with colour and commerce, faces marked by devotion and fatigue in equal measure. Banaras does not pause for the camera; it absorbs it. What remains are fragments of a city where time feels circular, and every moment carries the weight of something older than memory.