In final week of November of 2025, I shivered within.Sensing a separation, my practice drew stern rage forchanging direction. The wisdom of my deceasedmentor felt questionable. And just like that I felt estranged to others, yet vulnerable to myself. Finding guidance under a successive mentor felt like self-betrayal. So I went out to a photograph... aware of the conundrum unfurled. Allowing my photographic impulse to be informed by such emotions and the decisive timing.

Bhavesh Prasad on 30/11/25