In the morning mist that caresses the mighty Brahmaputra, a scene of timeless beauty unfolds. Ghostly tendrils weave through the air, veiling the river's secrets like a whispered promise. Along the mist-kissed banks, fishermen embark on weathered boats, casting their nets into the ethereal dance of currents. The river, shrouded in mystery, cradles the hopes of the fishermen as they navigate through the veiled expanse. In the soft embrace of the mist, the fishing nets become delicate threads connecting the tangible and the unseen, capturing not just the bounty of the river but also the essence of a tranquil and enchanting morning on the Brahmaputra.

As twilight descends, the Brahmaputra dons a cloak of mystery and it becomes a celestial pathway. Along its banks, stories are shared, dreams are woven, and the river becomes an eternal witness to the ebb and flow of human existence.

Born beneath the vibrant hues of India's sky, I carry the heartbeat of a nation within. From the majestic mountains to the sun-kissed shores, mystrious rivers each breath is a symphony of diverse cultures and ancient tales. In this tapestry of traditions, I am blessed to be a thread, weaving the story of India's eternal spirit, lucky enough to travel in Assam for almost a decade, I made a few images from one of the largest inhabited river islands Majuli during winter months.