WINGS

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They were marred,
Plucked on,
Annihilated
And tied down.
But they stayed put;
Resilient as her soul.
For the flight was destined
Somewhere, many skies away.
And no world today could take away her
Wings.

SCATTERED THOUGHTS

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 My anxious mind couldn’t get out of bed. Inhale. Exhale. Time to declutter, I thought.

The thoughts spilled out, all at once. They fell to the floor like flowers dispersed by a light breeze. An overwhelming sight, these thoughts laid out raw with their infant buds and thorny stems.

I picked them up, one by one. Whether perfect or awry, each floret had a destiny to follow, a coherence attached to it, a place to end up in. Some were gently preserved in a vase by the window; some left out to dry between pages of over-read novel, each rationalized to fit beautifully in its fate.

They somehow don’t seem so daunting now do they?
 

Featuring: Ava by Urth Label | Concept & Words: Dhwani Kathotia | Photography: Chahat Kathotia

 

POSTCARDS OF SUMMER

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Overcome by pale waves, skin etched with tan lines, getting back into bed after breakfast, reading through mid-afternoon rains and chasing ice-cream trucks - here’s a set of postcards that encapsulate the sunny, sticky, happy mess that summer is.

For this project I took the roles of blogger, conceptualiser and photographer - the best of all worlds. I worked with Colorbar to create imagery by taking a trip down to the happy place in my mind, where summer vacations meant collecting little trinkets and postcards.

I’ve spent the year exploring myself creatively and learning a little every single day. The best way to quantify growth is to do work that makes you happy. Sure, I have new additions to my to-do list everyday but for now I’m smiling at where its all headed.

Photography: Chahat Kathotia & Dhwani Kathotia
Concept & Words: Dhwani Kathotia

WHITE

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Gazing up at the blinding daylight
I float on and watch
The skies too white for their expanse to be fathomed.

I let the sea foam wash over me,
Here I am, weightless,
Floating —far far away from the shore.

White waves crash into the clouds
The sky kisses the sea.
And I, immersed,
Look for a camouflage
Only so I could reach within me deeper.


In collaboration with Vajor via Wooplr

SWEET MELANCHOLY

It’s strange indeed -  waking up to a new sunrise. The buzzing city swallowing you up into its unfamiliarity.

Confused is the soul, as euphoria and melancholy steal their turns to take over.

It’s strange indeed - falling asleep under a new set of stars. Skies too cold from the lack of being worn in.

But slowly, before you realise, simple things unknowingly suck you in; into a warm embrace. And just like that, with the smell of rain against the low hum of a favourite mellow beat, you discover a new home.