Hira & Bilal

The rain held off just long enough. Over two days we followed Hira and Bilal from a candle-lit dholki to a baraat that spilled into the old city — chasing every glance, every burst of colour, every unrepeatable moment in between — and brought home a story they can hold for a lifetime.

The dholki

Dhol, dupattas and a courtyard full of cousins. We kept close to the in-between — a whispered joke, a mother's tears, hands heavy with henna — the frames that turn an evening into a memory.