Untitled (Village Market)

Beneath the vast, sheltering canopy of the banyan, the marketplace unfolds like a lived-in memory—its rusted roofs and softened figures dissolved into humid air and afternoon glare. The composition hinges on a quiet tension between shade and illumination: dense greens and umber shadows press down from the left, while a washed, near-white sky opens a corridor of breath to the right, letting the ochres of the road radiate warmth and time. Small human presences and the waiting auto-rickshaw become modest punctuation marks in a wider rhythm of daily passage, suggesting not spectacle but continuity—an ordinary civic ritual held together by trees, dust, and light.