Emotional rawness, accentuated by the stillness and solitude of the night. Here is my portrait series of my housemate Shriya, taken on our balcony at midnight.
A glimpse of life in the city, through the lens of melancholy. (Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
The hardest thing to hide is something that is not there.
“Melancholy were the sounds on a winter’s night.” – Virginia Woolf