The Kumbh Mela, the world’s largest religious festival, took place in Prayagraj, India, over six weeks filled with dusty days and artificially lit nights. In 2025, according to Hindu astrology, the event will mark the end of a 12-year cycle, with an astral influence that makes it particularly auspicious. Additionally, occurring only once every 144 years, it is elevated to the much-anticipated ‘Maha Kumbh’—the greatest of the greats for many.
This vast spiritual declaration remains coherent despite the numerous practices and beliefs that coexist and intertwine simultaneously. Capturing the overwhelming scale and bustle of the event has been like trying to sip and blow at the same time from a steaming cup of chai, filled with sadhus and chants; also with pilgrims and lamps, and hijras and tents. And the omnipresent dust that bathed everything, like sacred water to every devotee.
My photo essay, distant from moments of lethargic ecstasy, is a claim to those liminal pauses that happen effortlessly between one event and the next. It is unknown where they begin or end, but the planetary wisdom whispers that they are part of something greater than themselves, something with its own spirit. Nothing particular happens, but they are vital stitches in the tapestry of the festival, helping it make sense and texture for itself, if not for us, and allowing the viewer to stay afloat without being consumed by its vastness.
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