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The jungle was quietening. Leaves hung as if they had been listening all day. The gate loomed before me—not with grandeur, but with breath. Its carved edges blurred slightly in the low light, softened not by shadow, but by remembering.

She stood above, just visible through the hush. A devata held in high relief—serene, composed, offering not a motion, but the residue of one. Her hand lifted a blossom, and in that gesture, something ancient stirred. Not beauty. Not symbolism. Presence.

It was as if the stone had once been fire and still remembered how to burn. I stood beneath her long enough to forget the time, the gear, the process. Only when the light reached her cheek did I move. The tripod legs pressed gently into the earth. I adjusted the camera, not to frame her, but to listen. Long exposure was not a technique—it was a way to breathe with her.

What entered the lens was not light. It was memory. What left the shutter was not sound. It was silence.

In the studio, months later, I did not print her. I invited her forward. Shaped the shadows she knew. Lifted gold where her fire had once lived.

the blossom still lifts
though the sun has long since passed—
the fire that remains


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