Ishaan’s 1st Lohri

As the golden light of sunset bathed the gathering, the air buzzed with anticipation for a very special Lohri—baby Ishaan’s first. Cradled in love, surrounded by beaming family members, and wrapped in soft fabrics, Ishaan became the heart of a celebration steeped in tradition. Every flicker of the bonfire felt like a whisper of legacy, a symbol of warmth, community, and new beginnings waiting to be captured.

The scene unfolded like a living tapestry—laughter dancing like flames, the aroma of sesame sweets and corn wafting through the night, and the rhythmic beats of the dhol echoing joy and pride. Ishaan, wide-eyed and curious, was introduced to the pulse of his heritage with every beat, every song, every loving glance exchanged between his parents. In those moments, culture wasn’t just remembered—it was felt, passed down like a lullaby across generations.

Behind the lens, I found myself not just documenting, but storytelling—preserving gestures, glances, and sparks of connection. Each photograph was more than an image; it was a memory etched in light. Ishaan’s first Lohri wasn’t just a celebration—it was a living legacy, captured frame by frame, reminding us that it’s in these shared, fleeting moments where we find the essence of life, love, and belonging.