Toy city

Delhi greets you in motion—never quite stopping, never fully arriving.

I was only there for a few days, but the city pressed itself into every frame: light tangled in metro wires, chai steam rising beside glass towers, the sharp bark of horns cut with the softness of early winter haze. I didn’t plan to take this photo. I was just following the sound of the street, waiting to feel something familiar in the chaos.

This one stayed with me—a blur of green and yellow, frozen mid-surge. For a second, it felt like a toy city in a snow globe. Unreal, fleeting, and yet deeply rooted in something honest.

Delhi, in many ways, is impossible to photograph. So I stopped trying to define it—and just let it move through the lens.