As dawn breaks, the Ganges River is cloaked in fog, and the flames of burning pyres rise through the mist. Family members stand in solemn respect beside a funeral pyre, their figures barely visible through the haze. This haunting image captures the mystical atmosphere of Manikarnika Ghat at daybreak, where the living and the dead […]
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Under the yellow haze of streetlights, the night breathes heavy with exhaustion. Rows of bamboo carts stand still like tired animals, their shadows stretching long over the dirt road. On them rest the silhouettes of men—migrant workers wrapped in checkered cloth and quiet conversation. Their bodies sag from the weight of waiting: for a job,
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In the pre-dawn quiet, a man performs his morning rituals in the Ganges. The first light of day gently illuminates his figure as Varanasi begins to stir in the background. The blend of blue morning light and the faint yellow glow of streetlights creates a serene atmosphere, reflecting the deep spiritual connection the people of
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A woman bows to the monsoon-soaked earth in surrender, forehead touching the ground as if whispering prayers into the veins of the city. Her son, unaware of ritual, tugs at her with innocent urgency. That moment—of her devotion and his distraction—is the story of rebirth. In a life weighed down by burdens, her bowed spine
In the heart of Manikarnika Ghat, where fire devours flesh yet frees the soul, a lone Dom walks through the smoke—his face half-lit by the sacred blaze. He is not merely a worker, but a silent pilgrim of death, entrusted with guiding souls into liberation. In a place most associate with sorrow, he walks with
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In a quiet corner of the countryside, two trees stand side by side—so close their branches have grown into one another, forming a single, united crown. From a distance, they appear as one. Yet each trunk tells its own story of growth. This image speaks of renewal not as a solitary act, but as a
Loss. Doesn’t. Stop. You. In fact, it may even play a defining role in your new beginnings. At first glance, a decaying tree stump, with moss taking over, may look depressing. But take a closer look, plants, or new beginnings, new life, have taken root inside the tree stump. In a world plagued by mental
An open door is symbolic of new beginnings or possibly a new phase in one’s life. But light bring forward a sense of hope and promise that we all seek when starting a new beginning.
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This beautiful early spring water fall, tucked into the forest was a sight to behold following a long, grey winter. Hocking Hill, OH
Alone seagull stands poised at the edge of the world, where sea meets sky. Its stillness holds a quiet power — a breath before the next flight, a moment of choice. Renewal doesn’t always roar. Sometimes, it pauses.
Colombia, Cañon del Rio Santo Domingo. Selva tropical. Proyecto de documentación realizado sobre la fauna y flora de la región junto al refugio Natural Jacaranda @jacaranda_copaia , se logró documentar el Nacimiento de cientos de saltamontes o grillos en una pequeña hoja, que hacen de sus antenas y ojos que recién se abren al mundo,
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Holi turns a gathering of friends into a living canvas, each face decorated in shades of love, laughter, and lasting memories.
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A fleeting moment where innocence meets infinity. As dusk paints the sky in pastel hues, a rainbow arcs between two children.
Happiness begins the moment you stop hiding and start opening- to life, to love, to yourself.
Drenched in color, three friends laugh and celebrate the joy of a timeless tradition.
The cycle of life. A mother and her child. What could be both simpler and more complex at the same time.
My Grandma (R.I.P.) explaining my nephew to reduce his consumption. So for the moment 1 (nut) has to be enough.
Rice mill workers work long hours in heat and dust. They carry heavy loads and earn very little. Their hard work is tough and often ignored, but it is essential for our food.
They weave dreams on sunburned bodies. Read More »
On a rainy day in Mymensingh,Bangladesh, people arrive at the muddy riverbank carrying baskets and bags. Some are barefoot, covered in plastic sheets, moving quickly through the wet ground. Despite the weather, life goes on. The river is not just water—it’s their way of life.
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Cuando más unida está la persona a la naturaleza, más feliz es. / The more united the person is to nature, the happier they are.
Primavera / Spring Read More »
Tent against the backdrop of mountains in the Republic of Ingushetia, near the peak of Tsey-Loam
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The name of this tribal community is ‘Sabar’ or ‘Saora’ tribe, living mainly in Odisha and West Bengal in India. This is a forest community, which falls in Denotified Nomadic Tribe category. These photos are taken in Purulia district in West Bengal, India. Traditionally hunters, they are adept at collecting fruits, leaves and roots and
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In a warmly lit workshop, an elderly horologist delicately repairs the inner workings of an antique clock. His focused eyes, aided by a monocle, reflect years of precision, patience, and deep-rooted passion. The tools of his trade are simple, yet the task is monumental—reviving time itself. Surrounding him are vintage timepieces, silent witnesses to the
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IN THIS VIBRANT PHOTOGRAPH, TWO WOMEN CLAD IN COLOURFUL TRADITIONAL ATTIRE TWIRL HAND-IN-HAND, BAREFOOT ON THE SUNLIT COURTYARD OF THE MAJESTIC JAMA MASJID.THE BACKDROP- A STUNNING ARCHITECTURAL MARVEL WITH SOARING MINARETS-EVOKES A DEEP CULTURAL LEGACY, WHILE THE JOYOUS MOVEMENT OF THE WOMEN CELEBRATES THE TIMELESS SPIRIT OF HUMAN CONNECTION AND HAPPINESS.AMIDST THE SOLEMNITY OF THE
A mother in law is being wiped by her two daughter in laws after a holy bath in the river the ganga on the day of Makar Sankranti. This kind of picture has been gradually vanishing from our society as all we see how the old people are treated. So this sights make everyone happy
