Sacred Stone, Soft Intruder
Qutub Minar Complex, Delhi. Carved by hands centuries ago. Briefly occupied by one soft guest.
India
Minaret and Me
Qutub Minar, Delhi. They built it to reach the heavens. I just looked up—and felt small.
The Distant Dome
Agra Fort, India. White marble glows across the river. History lingers in the air—and in rubbery silence.
In the Presence of Prayer
Mosque at the Taj Mahal, Agra. Faith rises in arches and domes. Witnessed by something that squeaks.
Between Eternity and the Current
Taj Mahal, Agra. The Yamuna flows gently below. So does thought. So does duck.
Doorway to the Infinite Pattern
Taj Mahal, Agra. Soaring arches, endless arabesques. I can’t read the Arabic calligraphy—but I know it’s written for eternity.
Where the Wind Whispers and Ducks Listen
In front of the Hawa Mahal (Palace of Winds) facade, Jaipur. Built to catch every breeze. Today, it caught a
A Duck Among the Stars (Sort of)
Jantar Mantar, Jaipur. Built to measure time and space. Visited by something timeless and soft.
Floating in Good Company
Jal Mahal (Water Palace), Jaipur. The palace floats in history. I float in the moment.
Small Guest, Grand Hall
Hall of Public Audience, Amber Fort, Jaipur. Not sure if ducks were ever invited. I came anyway.
