



A mist-laden riverscape unfolds in a restrained monochrome wash, where monumental stepped ghats and austere facades dissolve softly into the atmosphere, suggesting history as something half-remembered rather than firmly held. Against this quiet gravity, the boatsβ fine rigging and scattered saffron pennants cut lyrical calligraphy across the hazeβsmall insistences of life and ritual amid an enveloping stillness. The amber pinpricks of lamps punctuate the greys like breath in cold air, turning the river into a reflective threshold between the weight of stone and the fluidity of passing time. In its measured emptiness and drifting birds, the work meditates on transience: a city both present and receding, anchored by faith, commerce, and the perpetual return of water.







