Wrinkles, Creases and the Morning Glow

The morning sun had just begun to reach the riverbank when I noticed him. Seated alone, he read his newspaper in silence, completely absorbed in the pages before him. The first light of day fell across his face, revealing every line, crease, and furrow etched by the passing years.

Now and then he paused, as if reflecting on something he had just read, before returning to the story of the day. He never noticed me.

For a few quiet minutes, I watched a man begin his morning as he had likely done countless times before — a simple ritual made extraordinary only by the light.

25th November 2022

Guwahati by the Brahmaputra River

Northeast State of Assam

India