IRFAN ABBAS
Photographer
Some people grow up in cities. Irfan Abbas grew up in a mehfil.
Long before photography became a profession, it became a way of paying attention. To silence. To movement. To old conversations lingering in narrow lanes. To the strange poetry that exists between chaos and stillness. Perhaps that is why he has always loved Dilli more than Delhi.
One is a city. The other is an emotion.
His relationship with photography began in childhood with a soapbox film camera he still owns today. Years later, that same curiosity travels with him through a full-frame SONY ALPHA, across mountains, forgotten towns, crowded bazaars, frozen valleys, and moments most people walk past without noticing.
Irfan is a self-taught photographer whose work moves between fine art, documentary, travel, and commercial storytelling. His visual language is shaped by contrast. Silence against scale. Human resilience against vast landscapes. Presence against emptiness.
Over the years, he has photographed the G20 Summit, government projects, conferences, exhibitions, documentaries, and campaigns across India. But beyond assignments, photography remains deeply personal to him. It is still about observation before performance.
Before fully embracing photography, Irfan studied hospitality management and worked at a five-star property in the Western Ghats. Hospitality taught him something no camera can: how people carry stories long before they speak them.
When he is not working on commercial projects, he disappears into landscapes, old neighbourhoods, railway stations, riversides, and mountain roads with a camera in hand and no urgency to return.
An unapologetic lover of biryani, long journeys, and melancholic light, he continues to explore India not as a tourist, but as a witness.
Through every frame, Irfan Abbas searches for something deeper than beauty.
A feeling that stays after the photograph is gone.

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![There are moments when you realise that a place doesn't need to be understood to be remembered. You just need to pay attention to what it gives you.
The light was passing through the trees, the shadows were moving across the walls, and for a brief moment, everything seemed to fall exactly where it belonged.
I stopped. Looked around. Made a few frames.
That was enough.
#Darkroom_Daydream #bnwindia
[Saat Tal, Uttarakhand, Light, Shadows, Visual Diary]](https://scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.82787-15/797418576_18622934047019541_6298892433975433418_n.webp?stp=dst-jpg_e35_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=7-5&_nc_sid=18de74&efg=eyJlZmdfdGFnIjoiQ0FST1VTRUxfSVRFTS5iZXN0X2ltYWdlX3VybGdlbi5DMyJ9&_nc_ohc=xQ8Uac-JWsoQ7kNvwET3sWi&_nc_oc=AdqZcOQhyKcaUjd0Ml5zr3TPTaXRZcPrjp2aLtnooUS4L6Zt09QsAVn4DxxP_gdzcUE&_nc_zt=23&_nc_ht=scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&_nc_gid=3fRnKJNtY8Wr1QCI211bcA&_nc_tpa=Q5bMBQKEpGecAlOVX2sFEudUnNII31fnzv7W3ZMnV2-mR2-1raDpn4lTFKjP6-o3m80Pe_NcLWPdXkHP&oh=00_AQJVgYdxzVFcHyVVyme8DyV-58P5C4CA90-9c7Yeukkxsg&oe=6AB5A13A)
![One place. Too many photographs. One reel.
Kashmir version.
[Travel, Landscape, Frames, Observation]
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#Kashmir #KashmirDiaries #ThroughTheViewfinder](https://scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t15.5256-10/800345484_1297954302307610_6731234629581373610_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_e35_tt6&_nc_cat=108&ccb=7-5&_nc_sid=18de74&efg=eyJlZmdfdGFnIjoiQ0xJUFMuYmVzdF9pbWFnZV91cmxnZW4uQzMifQ%3D%3D&_nc_ohc=KsZqPNIkCQEQ7kNvwFTYS47&_nc_oc=AdrU9NyAUWhSp6oDYR0AGLemr-YKOkFx1TXlz3ZbWnOuVmKZ-SjPDy3RBxNiRC-jp2c&_nc_zt=23&_nc_ht=scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&_nc_gid=3fRnKJNtY8Wr1QCI211bcA&_nc_tpa=Q5bMBQIbWqBs3B5RG4N_VCDgug9Dkhm4R5-ed7v1RE0JD70MiT93enE21Ir1hHUfEwe-Eoyj09i2bA3h&oh=00_AQLNvGeQCyGpnK9d3zPkiXjXV2nPf-dRK6MVuF_i2eCVDg&oe=6AB5817E)


![I have learned that life rarely waits for favourable conditions. It grows where it can, between cracks, beneath noise, under the shadow of things much larger than itself. The road carried everything away from it: speed, people, machines, destinations. Yet there it was, still growing. Perhaps that is what resilience really looks like. Not something loud. Not something heroic. Just refusing to disappear.
#SigmaPhotoIndia #CreateWithSony
@sonyalphain @sigmaphotoindia
[Nature Vs Concrete, Stillness And Motion, Everyday Poetry, Resilience, Persistence, Survival, Growth, Life Finds A Way, Visual Storytelling, Photographic Narrative, Contrast]](https://scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.82787-15/787941121_18616280122019541_4036293758550771394_n.webp?stp=dst-jpg_e35_tt6&_nc_cat=101&ccb=7-5&_nc_sid=18de74&efg=eyJlZmdfdGFnIjoiQ0FST1VTRUxfSVRFTS5iZXN0X2ltYWdlX3VybGdlbi5DMyJ9&_nc_ohc=TToG0R-x1ckQ7kNvwGJnRoI&_nc_oc=AdpsCWXg39oyzP3vlqYfCWCUU8YM9sWZ3OrMOQqfdlyPjAQoeNPhWg44ydWLXFmFpQ8&_nc_zt=23&_nc_ht=scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&_nc_gid=3fRnKJNtY8Wr1QCI211bcA&_nc_tpa=Q5bMBQLfBVV4F3cmUwrK655_p472oMR7DlcMh5bVzw2NAF2gRMvqfFfZxAZPerUWnoE6TvyjKBJ09dAj&oh=00_AQKCB_JvyOADanlayW30bpg-n8FXmhOqDHy5x6_urclvdQ&oe=6AB584F6)

![Mumbai Version.
One place. Too many photographs. One reel.
More versions are on the way.
[Mumbai, Photography, Visual Diary]
#mumbaidairies #MumbaiMeriJaan #sonyaplhain #incredibleIndia](https://scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t15.5256-10/783183744_2861142140921284_3943078050726632553_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_e35_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=7-5&_nc_sid=18de74&efg=eyJlZmdfdGFnIjoiQ0xJUFMuYmVzdF9pbWFnZV91cmxnZW4uQzMifQ%3D%3D&_nc_ohc=I_Jj-L0p9cwQ7kNvwF8omnJ&_nc_oc=AdphUd50t7bknbaDCpNCo0CzhoVVQF5p2NSQY_69ER__Hw_YwUwQd6MgHipJnTXlnt8&_nc_zt=23&_nc_ht=scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&_nc_gid=3fRnKJNtY8Wr1QCI211bcA&_nc_tpa=Q5bMBQJ95YBvOhsF4jcrK1Wr8C8mpJWQ9jkcf_wnJjnYMff7SI9IlITyX-WisXc8w_OR-A0GbT1OcMWM&oh=00_AQJQIn9Xa_4P3rFEXVaNSB1QZYYMraWZr1i4rZ2WviF3aw&oe=6AB5AA44)




![Every photograph has two lives.
The one the camera records.
And the one your mind discovers.
I'm curious, what did this become for you?
@sonyalphain #CreateWithSony
@sigmaphotoindia #sigmaphotoindia
#visualstoryteller #MonochromeIndia
[Perspective] [Perception] [Observation] [Visual Illusion] [Minimalism] [Landscape] [Reflection] [Abstract] [Contemplation]](https://scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.71878-15/742216884_27468474236107334_7077957219715525824_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_e35_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=7-5&_nc_sid=18de74&efg=eyJlZmdfdGFnIjoiQ0xJUFMuYmVzdF9pbWFnZV91cmxnZW4uQzMifQ%3D%3D&_nc_ohc=jaKjl7pb0TgQ7kNvwHh8ENH&_nc_oc=AdpdbnX2X2DsIeHF35XCTQFxGKeGf7Ds1QbqAhuV2xH-fsdGyyG3T-w7SVd8se4TDrc&_nc_zt=23&_nc_ht=scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&_nc_gid=3fRnKJNtY8Wr1QCI211bcA&_nc_tpa=Q5bMBQK0WMFciGHUxSDYRhCgf7QmN7OylwS52ce_tN9elV3RrqFHpKW0f-GOa5qgAwuvN8hO4oYs0ffq&oh=00_AQKggOQExW6LxO9CzSX2TI_FW3fFXpOhHgqOTXTugbA6ZQ&oe=6AB5AB32)


![One camera.
Two constant negotiations.
Art and assignments now move through the same glass.
Earlier, I worked with a DSLR and a full spread of L series lenses, spanning 16mm to 200mm. Every focal length ready.
Today, on mirrorless, I work with a single @sonyalphain & @sigmaphotoindia 24–70mm f/2.8 dg dn ii
One lens. Limited range. Absolute accountability.
#FineArtPhotography #CommercialPhotography #VisualPractice #PhotographerLife #CreativeProcess
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[Fine art practice, Commercial assignments, Visual discipline, Creative conflict, Long term practice, Artistic integrity, Process over product, Personal vision, Client mandate, Creative resolve]](https://scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.71878-15/726704646_862170516477731_4502706762854970719_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_e35_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=7-5&_nc_sid=18de74&efg=eyJlZmdfdGFnIjoiQ0xJUFMuYmVzdF9pbWFnZV91cmxnZW4uQzMifQ%3D%3D&_nc_ohc=-haIms-0ACsQ7kNvwEi1ukA&_nc_oc=AdryL_gusBNQgZNA6O32uZ-UfAk-skV1Z9u6TlxE_dTLarDTlYJLR3VbVmomgOLNOk8&_nc_zt=23&_nc_ht=scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&_nc_gid=3fRnKJNtY8Wr1QCI211bcA&_nc_tpa=Q5bMBQLZYFz7cieYF6YQiJ5IjZ_SChx1vGwqzD-7lT0UCAuqbrL89pVGyySGFkWsr0bp9eLBoTJZAUkG&oh=00_AQJfxs8nUHtLq2tUeN7-5tekLGaLtbUSt0waNIJR6ugq6A&oe=6AB59ACE)
![Through my viewfinder, I've watched remote places, towering mountains, fresh snow, wandering sunlight, moving vehicles, and quiet and unguarded human emotions.
Some moments lasted minutes, some lasted only a fraction of a second.
The photograph doesn't know the difference, it simply remembers.
Visit my website for more
www.irfanabbas.com
[Photography] [Viewfinder] [Time] [Observation] [Memory] [India]
#incredibleindia #explorepage #fyp #photojournalindia #createwithsony](https://scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.71878-15/725474716_2029834034326205_3413091694919425589_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_e35_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=7-5&_nc_sid=18de74&efg=eyJlZmdfdGFnIjoiQ0xJUFMuYmVzdF9pbWFnZV91cmxnZW4uQzMifQ%3D%3D&_nc_ohc=AhFy_jP4TOYQ7kNvwGbg3cr&_nc_oc=AdrWV33aDiZ_Qx7TPOlktWQGhlBZcVoB3rgw0cXIbxrliHVk1ekqgi08P4qZyEHVocY&_nc_zt=23&_nc_ht=scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&_nc_gid=3fRnKJNtY8Wr1QCI211bcA&_nc_tpa=Q5bMBQI_XGjuE6PSRNoiCRxwOgHq9U6ll8inxvdPrTcGLw2YyPunKspWeJKach2QsGrEi9C-61o7zpzx&oh=00_AQKGmb5thsAFQSSPASlDuo6lX9I8qNCA_YDtIp38d2pfDA&oe=6AB5B717)






![There’s a peculiar thing about civilization.
We destroy what keeps us alive, then decorate its corpse to ease our conscience.
Perhaps that is why modern life feels increasingly haunted.
Not by ghosts, but by the quiet persistence of things we have learned to ignore.
The cost of convenience.
The ritual of replacement.
The strange human talent for adapting to loss while pretending nothing sacred has disappeared.
Faith, consumption, inheritance.
All standing together in a single frame like reluctant relatives at a funeral.
The tragedy isn’t the contradiction.
Human beings have always been contradictory.
The tragedy is how ordinary it has become.
#monochrome #bw_life #bnwindia
[Street Photography, Coexistence, Urban Contradiction, Inheritance, Observational Minimalism]](https://scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.82787-15/696329058_18583282465019541_7766313188416147263_n.webp?stp=dst-jpg_e35_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=7-5&_nc_sid=18de74&efg=eyJlZmdfdGFnIjoiRkVFRC5iZXN0X2ltYWdlX3VybGdlbi5DMyJ9&_nc_ohc=2SDy0n3AuUQQ7kNvwGsoU_u&_nc_oc=AdraCM60AnvI7ZqPj_mw9_SF9bBOPC0h03imQ_Tq43isYzPOA5D_3DXQO0Fr6iroFWU&_nc_zt=23&_nc_ht=scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&_nc_gid=3fRnKJNtY8Wr1QCI211bcA&_nc_tpa=Q5bMBQJd-UEs4iWbY9fPZgFmjUKftm5XMKyeqU9ANwFlPvu29_AhvUx4UYrnv3t7KLhEGh8H17S2bmIT&oh=00_AQKw7LzPzY0yrDEPVL8LP7H0r96GGPkATOZ3elt60Id52Q&oe=6AB59682)
![Clouds passing.
A man walking.
Mountains shifting a few centimetres every year.
Everything in this frame is moving.
Only at different speeds.
Maybe that is why we misunderstand permanence.
The mountain appears still, only because our lives move faster than stone.
The cloud appears temporary only because it leaves before we can name it.
And somewhere between them, human life keeps crossing the landscape quietly, carrying its own brief weather.
Shot on @canoncameras.in
#Himalayas #Bnw_Greatshots #NatGeoIndia
[Landscape Photography, Geological Motion, Human Presence, Clouds, Monochrome, Quiet Observation]](https://scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.82787-15/687862589_18583060543019541_678518129442354860_n.webp?stp=dst-jpg_e35_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=7-5&_nc_sid=18de74&efg=eyJlZmdfdGFnIjoiRkVFRC5iZXN0X2ltYWdlX3VybGdlbi5DMyJ9&_nc_ohc=knZNoV52QXQQ7kNvwERJZnM&_nc_oc=AdomWvA4dLKWsr9GbnOGFMM7VKsZTWN-XzoVAfY1c8I0uPBhNFgUBWyeqqh6D3XYHJY&_nc_zt=23&_nc_ht=scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&_nc_gid=3fRnKJNtY8Wr1QCI211bcA&_nc_tpa=Q5bMBQLgI40k7V9CvmykOkkxeuDAIK__O09nFbV4exDvvbKn0S2HmJaDYgya_nqquG7VZO8JeEEgwauz&oh=00_AQJOl--Gd5JqO7ql7fXc4Huk8dzy3oJE0R0ZkOwfr8Rsgw&oe=6AB59622)
![I remember standing there in June 2019, watching Delhi melt under the sun while these boys treated the fountains near India Gate like a river they had discovered for themselves.
Nothing posed.
Nothing instructed.
Only instinct.
Today, this is no longer allowed.
And maybe that is what photographs quietly become over time, not just images, but evidence of how a city once breathed.
[Street Documentary, Vanishing Freedom, Public Belonging, Summer Childhood, Monochrome, Observational Minimalism]
#IndiaGate #DelhiDiaries #StreetPhotographyIndia](https://scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.82787-15/685831365_18582485605019541_334404073695956802_n.webp?stp=dst-jpg_e35_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=7-5&_nc_sid=18de74&efg=eyJlZmdfdGFnIjoiRkVFRC5iZXN0X2ltYWdlX3VybGdlbi5DMyJ9&_nc_ohc=P6qCwP4AZNcQ7kNvwEuRKEB&_nc_oc=Adqy1FpQMWZ8859ZH0Br1T2_UQ7E3Cu4Cui_Ypnpw-xG23YWaBtm2Rkxnd0l5NtMZyc&_nc_zt=23&_nc_ht=scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&_nc_gid=3fRnKJNtY8Wr1QCI211bcA&_nc_tpa=Q5bMBQL9dHfkn1_3XVLD7Yrjtb8P5qSkPdvXCFp6OFAFc62Km-1hU18D7Y5yjWq1tTSPwkuigaJ1RaX9&oh=00_AQLoPVi2qzuEkCv6J4sdncoa7uve7PgTqsD4UA1brv1veg&oe=6AB59BC3)
![I once came across two holes in a stone pathway near India Gate.
Side by side. Same ground. Same distance from the sun.
Yet they carried entirely different versions of life.
In one, a dry leaf rested alone.
Large. Still. Quietly folding into time like something nearing its end.
In the other, tiny green leaves were slowly taking over the stone.
Fragile, almost invisible, but alive enough to reclaim concrete.
One carried stillness.
The other carried becoming.
The light understood it too.
One side received softness.
The other, something harsher.
That’s the thing about life.
Endings and beginnings rarely arrive in different worlds.
They happen inches apart.
Sometimes inside the same person.
And if you pay enough attention,
you realize existence has never been about permanence.
Only transition.
Only contrast.
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#visualphilosophy #silentframes #stilllife
[Minimalism, Contrast, Coexistence, Life & Decay, Muted Earth, Observation]](https://scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.82787-15/689528283_18581836978019541_6057841625211701535_n.webp?stp=dst-jpg_e35_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=7-5&_nc_sid=18de74&efg=eyJlZmdfdGFnIjoiQ0FST1VTRUxfSVRFTS5iZXN0X2ltYWdlX3VybGdlbi5DMyJ9&_nc_ohc=dvpNHdeseg4Q7kNvwHIuFap&_nc_oc=Adrj29j5WkdII-wW71maVFayo70oPHLv_zbgvjG3fXZAgseiWCV2Rg7sJa-rog5X-kU&_nc_zt=23&_nc_ht=scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&_nc_gid=3fRnKJNtY8Wr1QCI211bcA&_nc_tpa=Q5bMBQIm2i6mGDdSDN7Tk8qmsmoyAfmrN_0N9MEhuWjc0vC_WeNjINJtaDDwnVqFQWz3GIR1YCL7Vtrx&oh=00_AQIFJgGESixTMPuxdNl_DM-4DHv7zVjnK90HqpBVXnc9lQ&oe=6AB586D5)
![Taken from the backseat of a moving bike.
No pause, no second frame, no time to prepare.
Just a man sitting quietly over a tractor trolley full of cotton,
crossing paths with another traveller who never really stopped long enough to belong anywhere.
I’ve started realising that many of these images, taken years apart, across different roads and journeys, have been speaking to each other all along.
Maybe Ephemeral Sight was always there.
I just hadn’t named it yet.
Somewhere on the road to Jaisalmer, 2018.
Shot on @canonindia_official crop sensor 700D at 23mm
Shutter 1/800s, f/10, ISO200
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#MonochromeIndia #bnwjourney #incredibleIndia
[Rajasthan, Roadtrip, Ephemeral sight, Movement, Highway, Monochrome, Observation]](https://scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.82787-15/685955288_18581604022019541_6356957726678135827_n.webp?stp=dst-jpg_e35_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=7-5&_nc_sid=18de74&efg=eyJlZmdfdGFnIjoiRkVFRC5iZXN0X2ltYWdlX3VybGdlbi5DMyJ9&_nc_ohc=EaLtgcJWlm0Q7kNvwE2NrFj&_nc_oc=AdriweKkFbW6n-X7GmT4Y7DUGl5GPAOif_-e6SufDI2VhORjH9eEeaSpjltf3humXAY&_nc_zt=23&_nc_ht=scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&_nc_gid=3fRnKJNtY8Wr1QCI211bcA&_nc_tpa=Q5bMBQL0fY7-NHCNrifeWSepug0R5hzfSuLeOmkUZHtMBMlT5tOpgp7ckhtSs3qmAbi94KHCTnSOTZS7&oh=00_AQKab0wq9T_9ji0S8xwJca67a5IZlcr_5FCxaMUVIDHhVA&oe=6AB5844D)
![Taken from the window of a traveller,
somewhere between Manali and Kaza.
The road often allows you to slip in these moments.
You witness them briefly,
through shifting light, moving shadows,
and silences that disappear as quickly as they arrive.
By the time the frame settles,
you’re already somewhere else.
I think I’ve unknowingly been building a body of work around these passing moments for years now.
Maybe this is where "Ephemeral Sight" begins.
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Shot on @canonindia_official
Focal length 24mm & 70mm
Shutter 1/800s, Aperture f/8, ISO 160
#eyeshot_magazine #landscape #NatgeoIndia
[Photography, Ephemeral Sight, Monochrome, Himalayas, Himachal Pradesh, Transience, Observation]](https://scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.82787-15/685023342_18581375629019541_4480257917860265639_n.webp?stp=dst-jpg_e35_tt6&_nc_cat=102&ccb=7-5&_nc_sid=18de74&efg=eyJlZmdfdGFnIjoiQ0FST1VTRUxfSVRFTS5iZXN0X2ltYWdlX3VybGdlbi5DMyJ9&_nc_ohc=4uQ9u-loTLkQ7kNvwEwR6DJ&_nc_oc=AdqUofjeyXqNgwvr6DgslXYaCBW864649_2WuYq1L9a4KTmv0UxTEzWa77WbdSKTHEs&_nc_zt=23&_nc_ht=scontent-den2-1.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&_nc_gid=3fRnKJNtY8Wr1QCI211bcA&_nc_tpa=Q5bMBQJYeWX7G2L0hwsFQdkSUjsw9mMpfs4XyKItwmNpYu5xkulxbPZfb9Tcy1Tv-nV5upWMjwGkmHtM&oh=00_AQK7xwaH3RFKW-VejW398apfzxD5YM8lUPW_FpQSuVSVXw&oe=6AB58FEE)
![This is from an ongoing series
I’ve been building while travelling.
Frames taken from train doors,
through the car windshields,
through the bus windows,
through my bike POV,
all in motion.
Not meant to be perfect.
Not always aligned, not always timed right,
sometimes shaken, sometimes blurred…
because I never stopped.
For years now, I’ve been collecting what doesn’t wait.
Not photographs you prepare for, but ones that happen while you’re already leaving.
Places I didn’t arrive at,
people I never met,
moments that had no reason to stay.
This series is made of those.
#VisualLedger #PhotojournalIndia #MonochromeIndia #IndianRailways
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