Ankit Sharma

This is what the OPPO Find X9 Ultra is capable of 💪 Somewhere between projects, I decided to pick up the phone and shoot a few frames, purely for the love of it. From the smallest details on the track to every nut and bolt on an engine, it’s incredible how much this camera manages to capture. And for someone like me, who believes every little detail has a story to tell, it makes the whole experience even more exciting. And if this is what the Find X9 Ultra can do, I genuinely can’t wait to show you what the X10 Pro Max is capable of🔥 @oppoindia #OPPOFindX9Series #OPPOFindX9Ultra #YourStoryMatters #CreateWithFind

I wish, just for a moment, you could step inside my mind and hear the music that lives there. Maybe then you’d understand a little more of who I am, the things I feel but don’t always know how to put into words, and the little moments that make my heart feel alive. Some songs have a way of becoming part of your soul. They travel with you, hold memories you never want to lose, bring you back to moments you wish you could relive, and somehow make life feel softer, deeper, and more beautiful. Maybe sharing my music is my way of sharing a little piece of myself with you. A glimpse into my world, the things that move me, and the sounds that make me fall in love with life over and over again. So here are a few songs that have found a permanent home in my heart and in my downloads. No matter how much time passes, I don’t think I’ll ever let them go. 🤍🎶 Thought of 10 but couldn’t 😭

One for you 🙇 It’s been more than a decade of documenting athletes, motorsports, automobiles, and everything that finds its way into the world I love. Over the years, I’ve brought so many worlds together through my lens that I’ve almost lost count. But this time, I wanted to create something beyond an image or a film. Something in flesh. (Sorry, carbon. 🥹) There’s a beautiful difference between documenting something extraordinary and being part of the team that brings something into existence. When I came on board as a partner at Shadowline, I knew I was joining some of the finest souls I’ve met. What followed was a rollercoaster of ideas, experiments, failures, and lessons, all to bring something to life that didn’t quite have a space of its own yet. And today, here stands our very first motorcycle. The Shadowline Helium 160. Built around the Yamaha R15 engine, with another beautiful partnership with RCB, the idea was never to build just another motorcycle. It was to build a reason to ride. To take our love for speed away from public roads and onto the racetrack, where we can truly understand it, respect it, and enjoy it. A machine to make us better riders, sharpen our skills, and enjoy our bigger motorcycles even more. And perhaps the most important reason of them all? To give the next generation a place to begin. A motorcycle that makes motorsports more approachable. That gives young riders an opportunity to learn, make mistakes, build confidence, and perhaps discover a career they never imagined was possible. Because somewhere out there is a kid who hasn’t even discovered what they’re capable of yet. And maybe, just maybe, this motorcycle becomes the beginning of their story. We’re still learning. We’ve had our share of trials, failures, and days when nothing seemed to work. And I’m sure there are many more ahead. But that’s what makes this so special. For years, I’ve documented people chasing their dreams. This time, I get to be part of building something that might help someone else chase theirs. Here’s to our first motorcycle, the Helium 160. Built to learn the track. And perhaps, a little about life along the way. 🏁❤️

Close your eyes, so that you can see ☀️ How does one ever find enough words for something they hold so close to their heart? You could talk about it for hours, tell a thousand stories, revisit every little detail, and still feel there is so much left unsaid. Perhaps that’s the beautiful thing about love. There will always be more to feel than there are words to explain, and far fewer hours than the heart needs to express it all. And when the words finally fall short, you close your eyes. Suddenly, you’re there again. The same roads, the same sounds, the same feeling in your chest. A thousand memories passing through your mind, and before you even realise it, you’re smiling to yourself. Owning a Ferrari is a dream in itself. But to have lived with one, driven it for thousands of kilometres, watched the world change through its windscreen, and collected memories on roads you might never travel again, that’s something far beyond ownership. And how does one find the alfaaz to describe something that refuses to be anything less than beautiful? In a photograph, in a film, in motion, standing still, on the finest roads or the ones that barely deserve to be called roads. Even when it’s nowhere around, somehow it looks just as beautiful in your thoughts. Maybe some things aren’t meant to be justified, explained or even understood by everyone. Some dreams are beautiful when you see them. Some become even more beautiful when you’ve lived them. And the most extraordinary ones? You only have to close your eyes to see them all over again. @ashiquethahir and his small side of life with his 458 ♥️

ONE DAY 🏎️ Somewhere in life, we are all living a different chapter of the same dream. For some of us, it’s a car we’ve admired since childhood, a steering wheel we’ve imagined holding, or that one drive we’ve dreamed of taking someday. Some of us have lived it. Some are still chasing it. And perhaps the most beautiful of all are those who are yet to discover it, yet to feel that first spark, that inexplicable rush through every bone, when a dream is born. Because sometimes, the feeling of dreaming about your dream car, imagining that first drive, is just as beautiful as the moment you finally turn the key and live it ☀️ @ashiquethahir living every moment possible with his Ferrari 🌊

What are we wondering now? Sometimes, the very landscape that brings us peace quietly reveals how much of it we have lost to thoughts that never deserved our time. And in that moment, surrounded by everything so beautiful and still, we find ourselves wondering how much of life we have let slip away, worrying about things that may never even happen. And all of it to only realise even this itself is a thought that might be unnecessary 🌻

Keep this moment 🌓 There’s a little spark that life leaves inside us when we truly love something. And sometimes, all it takes is coming face to face with it for that spark to come alive again. Before we even realise it, we reach for our phones. Not because we have to, not because we want to show the world, but because something inside us quietly says, keep this moment. And I think that’s one of the most beautiful things about photography. For once, the angle doesn’t matter. The lens doesn’t matter. The light, the composition, the perfection of it all, none of it matters. All that matters is what we felt when we saw it. Just something that made us stop for a second in a world that rarely allows us to. And perhaps the most beautiful photographs are the ones we never really intended to take. The ones that never make it to our social media. The ones sitting somewhere deep inside our phones, surrounded by thousands of other memories. Photographs we might only revisit once or twice a year, sometimes even less. But every time we do, something extraordinary happens. We don’t just remember what we saw. We remember who we were. The person we were standing beside. The air that evening. The little things going through our minds. The version of ourselves that existed for that one fleeting moment. And suddenly, something that lasted only a few seconds gets to live with us for a lifetime. I think that’s why we keep taking photographs. Not always to remember how beautiful the world looked, but to remember how beautiful it felt to be alive in that particular moment. It’s been 8 months, and I honestly don’t know how many such moments I’ve quietly collected with my OPPO Find X9 Ultra. I’ve shared only a handful of them. Most were never meant for anyone beyond myself and the few people I’ve grown to hold close over the years. But here are some of those little pieces of life. Nothing planned. Nothing created for the sake of creating. Just things I loved enough to never want to forget. 🌙 @oppoindia @shotonoppo

REBIRTH A LEGUNDARY BRAND FILM. Every fall has a story. Every rise has a reason. And every rebirth takes a team. Shot by Ankith Sharma ( @man_made_machines ), REBIRTH brings together some incredible riders and creators from across the industry @jsfilmsindia @dustyjacketstravel @yazinmohammed @myhelmetstories @dev.venkatesh @sanjay_narasimhaiah @abhi_s_nath and our very own @murshid_bandidos Thank you for being a part of this journey and helping us bring this vision to life. A special thank you to @rzeepurplehaze whose phenomenal music and voice over of @sajujose14 gave this film its soul, elevated every frame, and made the emotions hit even harder. And a special mention to @althafnasar and @gautham_babu_ for making the entire shoot seamless by taking care of all the permissions and sanctions behind the scenes. Your contribution made a huge difference. To everyone who stood behind the camera, in front of it, and behind this vision REBIRTH is as much yours as it is ours. This is more than a brand film. This is a story of change, resilience, and becoming something greater. LEGUNDARY. STOP COMPROMISING. #Legundary #Rebirth #LegundaryBrandFilm #StopCompromising

Some journeys are not just about the destination, they’re about the vibe along the way✨ Here’s to driving out, slowing down, and enjoying every moment with the New Honda City 💫 #NewHondaCity #AllNewVibe #HondaCarsIndia

You fall. You break. You rise. But when you rise, you don’t have to be the same person. Every fall leaves a mark. Every struggle changes you. Every rise begins something new. This is not just a comeback. This is REBIRTH. A story of change. A story of resilience. A story of Legundary. Dropping THE LEGUNDARY BRAND FILM REBIRTH 09.10.2026 | 6 PM Stay tuned

#Ad The best journeys are never planned. With the Jimny, every trail leads somewhere unexpected, and that’s exactly where you’re meant to be. #JimnyNeverTurnBack #UnplannedWithJimny #NEXAJourneys #Jimny

Ten years of riding teaches you that the road never really stays the same. Street, highway, off-road. Fast days, slow days, and some days where you’re not really going anywhere, you’re just riding. And maybe that’s the beauty of it. Everything around you can keep changing, but at the heart of the motorcycle, you just want the engine to feel smooth and effortless. That’s also why, over the years, I’ve started caring a lot more about what goes inside it. Motul 7100 10W-40 is a 100% synthetic engine oil developed with Ester Technology, built to keep things protected even through long rides and higher engine temperatures, while helping control deposits and sludge. Technical words aside, for me it comes down to something much simpler: I want to think less about the machine, and feel more of the ride. The roads will keep changing. The feeling doesn’t have to. @motulindia #MotulIndia #RidewithMotul #CoCreatorsofPerformance

There’s a different kind of peace in wanting more from ourselves, not from life. More work. More patience. More faith 🌱🌳 Maybe that’s what growing up really is. Realising the dream was never just about getting somewhere. It was about becoming people who could keep going without applause, keep creating without being seen, and still be grateful for whatever came our way. We work, we wait, we lose a few things, we gain a few. Some days we feel like we’re getting somewhere, some days we question everything. Fer vi agle din uth ke lagg jaane aa🥷 Because somewhere between wanting more and becoming more, we learn that har cheez ajj hi mil jaave, zaroori nahi. Har gall duniya nu dassni vi zaroori nahi. Kujh cheezaan bas waqt mangdiyan ne. Te apne hath ch vi ki aa? Bas mehnat apni, baaki sab uska. Sabar. Shukar. And back to work. “Sabar shukar bina yodhe ni hunde.” 🪯 @karanaujla as usual doing more than just justifying himself 🦁

Just breathe 🌻 I thought of making a series where honestly, not much happens. Just some beautiful motorcycles, parked wherever they happen to be, and the only ask is to take a deep breath, slow down for a second and admire the craftsmanship. You might have seen the previous video where I took these motorcycles out into the streets and let them become a part of the world around them. This time, it’s the Rough Crafts × Shotgun 650. And while it’s already special knowing that only 100 of these exist, a good friend somehow had to go and get the final one ever made. 100/100. Obviously, the moment I saw it I was itching to take it out and shoot it. But then I thought, why does everything have to become about heading out and documenting something? Sometimes something beautiful can just stand there, and you can just, look at it. So I let the motorcycle stand. And for once, made myself breathe. 😂

Let the frame breathe a little. How did your love for motorcycles begin? For me, it started long before I could even afford a camera. As a kid, whenever I saw a beautiful motorcycle parked on the street, I would just stop (Old pulsar/Apache/Rx100) Sometimes for ten seconds. Sometimes for minutes. And for those few moments, time would genuinely stand still. The world would keep moving, people would walk past, someone would eventually shake me and say, “Chal, let’s go.” But I was somewhere else. Just a little boy, completely lost in admiration of something so beautifully created. I didn’t know what engineering was. I didn’t understand horsepower, design, or the craftsmanship behind it. I just knew that something about these machines made me feel things I couldn’t explain. Years later, I wanted to recreate that feeling. Except this time, I brought some of the most extraordinary motorcycles ever created and parked them on the very streets I grew up on. And then I did exactly what that little boy used to do. I stood there. I watched. I admired. No rush to capture the perfect frame. No hurry to move on. Just me, a beautiful motorcycle, and a few moments where the world stopped moving again. I guess some things never change. We just grow up and find a way to bring our childhood dreams back to the streets where they first began. ❤️ Thank you @fredrick_motors Anna for letting me have fun ✨♥️

A reminder to look within 🌱 Ganesh Chaturthi is one beautiful time of the year that reminds me that the greatest battles we fight are not always with the world, but with what lives within us. ❤️ Envy, arrogance, delusion, greed, anger, desire, possessiveness and ego. Eight forces that quietly shape our thoughts, influence our actions and sometimes take us further away from who we truly are. The eight manifestations of Ganesha remind us that every one of these forces can be overcome. And perhaps that is what makes this celebration so beautiful to me. Beyond the lights, the music, the prayers and the festivities, there is an invitation to look within. To celebrate without envy. To achieve without arrogance. To love without possessiveness. To desire without becoming enslaved by desire. And to live without letting our ego become bigger than life itself. We invite Bappa into our homes for a few days, but perhaps the real celebration begins when we make space for what he represents within ourselves. Because what is the point of worshipping the remover of obstacles if we never find the courage to remove the ones we have created within? May we carry what Bappa teaches us long after the celebrations are over. Ganpati Bappa Morya! ❤️🙏

You don’t dig up a seed to see if it’s growing. You trust what you planted 🌱 And maybe we need to learn to do the same with ourselves. There’s this small unsettling feeling we all carry sometimes. Is this working? Am I going somewhere? Will all of this eventually become something? It feels harmless in the beginning, but keep feeding it and slowly the work stops being about the work. Everything becomes about what comes after. The fruit. The recognition. The destination. But when you plant a tree, your responsibility is not to produce the fruit 🍇 Your responsibility is to plant with care, water it, protect it and show up again tomorrow. What happens beneath the soil was never in your hands. And I think life works much the same way. We spend so much time worrying about tomorrow while barely understanding what is happening within us today. I see this especially with creating. If I start making photographs thinking about where they will take me, how people will react, or what they will give me in return, maybe I’ll still succeed. Maybe years of work will eventually give me everything I once wanted. But what if, somewhere in getting everything, I lose the love of making something for absolutely no reason other than the fact that I wanted to? That would be too expensive a price. Maybe that’s what detachment really means. Not caring less about what you do, but caring so deeply about the act itself that you don’t need the result to justify it. Do the work, Water the soil, Give it everything you have. And then have enough faith to STOP DIGGING. Some of the most important growth in life happens where you cannot see it 🌳

While the body craves a little rest, the mind and heart have other plans. They just want to get out, let the cold air hit the body, and somehow reach a soul that is constantly hungry for a few more frames. I’ve never been someone who can sleep anytime other than at night. Maybe I’ve been a little too hard on myself, because even if I take a 30-minute nap, I wake up feeling guilty about all the mountains, light and moments I could’ve been soaking in instead. 😂 So while the eyes keep commanding the heart and mind to chase never-ending frames and the right light, having a motorcycle in hand only makes the situation worse. Now you have everything you need: open roads, cold air, mountains, a camera and absolutely zero excuses to behave like a normal, well-rested human being. So I left. Made some frames. Fed the soul. Let the air do what sleep was supposed to do. And then came back to take a little case of my team, who were STILL sleeping. 😂😂 Am I jealous that they can sleep this much? Absolutely. But am I happier that I can’t 😂

It’s those few moments between the ever-ticking clock that somehow find their way into a photograph. Making images today is easier than ever. But finding those milliseconds worth freezing, the ones that deserve to outlive the moment and stay preserved somewhere in your heart, is still rare. I’ve taken more flights than I can count, but this one to Leh felt different. Refreshing in a way I hadn’t expected. The window was still 98% scratched, imperfect enough to ruin a photograph on paper. And yet, somehow, every frame through it felt like fine art. Maybe that’s the beauty of photography. The perfect image doesn’t always need the perfect conditions. Sometimes, it just needs you to notice. And the most beautiful part about all these photographs? Swipe to the last image to see what they were shot on. ✨ @oppoindia

It is so easy to be disconnected ✨ While connection doesn’t take much time and often happens on its own, disconnection is not everyone’s cup of breath. I could say cup of tea, but tea is a choice. Breath isn’t. Isn’t life all about connecting, and then trying so hard to disconnect? But disconnection itself is an art. Not everyone can master it, yet somehow we keep trying, even when deep down, we don’t actually want to disconnect. And somewhere between all this chaos, life gives you these little opportunities to head out, live, and disconnect from reality for a while. But once the lion has tasted blood, it starts looking for it again. And suddenly, the other half of life becomes about finding those little windows where you can disappear from reality and just… be. Laugh at something you know no one else would laugh at. Cry if you feel like crying. Let your body loose. Let it fall freely. Leave every responsibility you hold so dearly for others on ice for a moment. And take responsibility for just one thing: Your own happiness. Maybe that’s what disconnecting really is. Not running away from life. Just returning to yourself ✨ IYKYK 🥷 This is and will always been one of my favourite trips where all we did was have fun gunning the @mercedesbenzind Gwagon with @sanam.sekhon @titesh_7 @mountain_journeys @ashik2025 @varunthakur_08 @zephyr_s_12

While this time my aim was just to go enjoy I again couldn’t resist documenting @dhanda_nyoliwala bhai doing his thing 🥷

When your favourite artist mix something beautiful that you grew up listening to 🌪️ @xvirgrewal @dhanda_nyoliwala

Revenge of a Warrior 🥷 It’s not every day you get to witness one of your favourite artists work on his craft when no one is watching. No stage, no crowd, no applause. Just the work. In my days with Dhanda bhai, one thing stayed with me: put so much into yourself and your craft that even in your absence, people feel your presence. That’s the thing about real work. People might not see it happening, but eventually, they can’t ignore what it creates. Maybe that’s what makes an artist last. Not how loud the moment is, but how deeply the work stays after the moment has passed. Delhi tonight. My flight’s delayed and I still don’t know if I’ll make it, but either way, I know it’s going to be epic as always. ✨ Revenge of a warrior. And warriors are built long before anyone is watching. 🥷 @dhanda_nyoliwala @sumit_bamal @xvirgrewal @desi_melbourniye

You don’t always need to go somewhere to make photographs. Sometimes I just walk with friends. No plan. No shot list. Just looking at things I’d probably walk past otherwise. A little 50MP 3.5x Telephoto to get closer without getting closer. And somehow, random streets start looking like scenes from a movie. Maybe the world was always cinematic. We just forget to look. 🎞️ #OPPOReno16Series #LiveInTheMoment #LiveItYourWay PopCam 3DPopPlanetDesign

From routine to ritual ✨ The way time has been passing is scary. We humans invented hours, days, weeks and years to measure time, yet somehow the older I get, the faster it seems to move. Then once every year comes this little reminder called a birthday, telling us how long we’ve been here. Today, mine says 29. And I couldn’t be more thankful for everything these years have given me. The good, the bad, the things I prayed for and the things I wish never happened. All of it made me who I am today. At 18, I was ridiculously excited to go out and make photographs. People told me, “Once this becomes work, the excitement will fade. It’ll become routine.” They were right about one thing. It did become a routine. But somewhere along the way, the routine became a ritual. At 29, I still feel the same excitement every time I pick up my camera and head out. It doesn’t matter whether I’m documenting a race, a person, a mountain, a motorcycle or an ordinary day. I still want to see. I still want to make. I still want to come home with something that didn’t exist before I left. Photography didn’t just give me something to do for a living. It gave me a way to live. It gave me the courage to travel, chase curiosity, meet people I would have never met, stand in places I once only saw in photographs and build a life where I can keep choosing what makes me feel alive. The camera became my excuse to enter the world. And somewhere along the way, I realised I didn’t need the excuse anymore. I could run. Ride. Climb. Travel. Create. Fail. Start again. Chase another mountain. Make another photograph. Creating gave me the power to keep creating my own life. So at 29, I don’t have a grand lesson. Just gratitude. And if I’m lucky enough to be here at 59, I hope there’s still a camera close by, somewhere new to go, and that same excitement to get out of the door. Because some things are too sacred to remain routines. They become rituals.

The feeling of home 🏡 I’ve always loved being home. And because I spend most of my life away from it, I’ve missed it more times than I can count. But somewhere along the way, photography changed what home meant to me. For the longest time, I was chasing photographs. Chasing light, moments, places, people, stories. Always looking for the next frame. And then, slowly, I stopped chasing. I started letting life happen in front of me. I learnt to stay a little longer. To observe. To listen. To let a place reveal itself instead of constantly searching for something in it. And strangely, the more I did that, the less unfamiliar the world started feeling. A mountain somewhere far away. A street I had never walked before. A stranger letting me into their life for a few minutes. A sunrise in a country where I didn’t speak the language. The chaos of a race track. The silence after everyone had left. They all started carrying the same feeling. Home. Maybe home was never only a place we return to. Maybe home is simply where the heart feels like it belongs. And mine feels most at home with a camera in my hand, witnessing life as it happens. Photography has given me many things, but perhaps the most beautiful one is this: It made a world I once wanted to explore feel like a world I belong to. I carry home with me now. Happy World Photography Day. 📷 #WorldPhotographyDay #ShotOnOPPO #OPPOFindX9Ultra

When you have people around who pass statements that make me question their existence in my life 🐥

Do we keep praying for more or be thankful for the previous prayers that were answered? Just like we have one more image to make, one more kilometre to ride our motorcycle there is always one more prayer we are waiting to be answered.

We act as if we have time ⏳ A last minute plan to just inhale some fresh air in Leh and ride motorcycles alongside document @itisyawarali do his thing and out of nowhere, left me stuck with these few words that refuse to leave my soul. We act as if we have time. With everything I feel matching every word, this beautiful piece by @vichaar_music only reminds me how beautiful life becomes when, somewhere, someone has felt the same thing, and created something out of it. And suddenly, everything feels even more beautiful. Even silence starts sounding like a conversation with life itself 🪷

To become the person you want to be, you must first destroy the person you are 🔥🐉 How many versions of yourself can you remember? What we used to be and what we are now sometimes have slight differences, and sometimes drastic ones. Destruction is the birth of creation? or creation is the birth of destruction? Either way, we are made to create and forced to destroy while we travel through the earth 🌏

While I’d want to say so much about the @oppoindia Find X9 Ultra, there’s a different kind of thrill in keeping it to myself for a while, living with it, enjoying it quietly, before sharing it all with the world. 📱✨

Does time go slower if we go faster? Or does it go faster when we go slower? Nonetheless, time goes if we pedal it or not ✨ . . #cycling #tfn #nature

Is it possible? Can we ever do anything without worrying about the results? Or are the results only thing we are working for? Picture a quiet battlefield before the noise arrives. Not arrows yet, just questions, questions within ourselves. Parth looks at Krishna, a little restless, a little too aware. Here Parth is us and Krish is no one else but ourselves again. Phone in hand. Mind in overdrive. “How will this do?”. “How many people will see it?”. “Is this even worth it if it doesn’t become something?” Be honest, you’ve asked yourself this too. We don’t just act anymore, we pause, calculate, weigh it. Almost like nothing deserves to exist unless it promises a return. And somewhere in the background, there’s still a voice. Quiet, but stubborn. “You started because you loved it,” he says. “So when did love turn into a transaction?” You hear it. For a second. But then the world steps in. Every effort wants proof. Every moment wants validation. Every action wants something back. So we adjust. We move, but with conditions. We create, but with expectations. We live, but it feels like we’re constantly negotiating. And then that voice comes back, a little sharper this time: The moment you bind yourself to the result, you stop living the action. You begin negotiating with it. You hold back when you should leap. You rush when you should feel. Tell me, is that freedom? Or is that fear, just dressed up as purpose?” That one sits heavy. Because slowly, without even noticing, we’ve stopped doing things for what they are and started doing them for what they could give back. Maybe that’s the real shift of our time. It’s not just that we expect results, it’s that it’s become almost impossible not to. And maybe it’s not about right or wrong anymore. It’s just this one question that stays with you after everything else fades. In all this noise, all these thoughts, all these calculations, can you still hear your Krishna, who is no one but? 🪔

Long way from home 🏡 There’s a quiet smile that finds us when we think about it, how we all leave one home just to build another. And while we sit inside this new version of life, it’s the old one that echoes louder. So many layers, so many moments stacked on top of each other, that remembering everything feels impossible. Athletes leave even earlier. Before they fully understand what “home” even means, they’re already chasing something far away from it. Home slowly disappears from their to-do list, replaced by dreams that feel distant, almost out of reach. And yet, they move forward with full force, no hesitation, no pause. But somewhere, quietly, home stays. In flashes. In memories. In feelings they don’t always speak about. And those memories don’t pull them back, they push them forward. Every race, every practice, every fall, every recovery, it all becomes a way of rebuilding what they once felt. Not the same walls, not the same place, but the same warmth. We may all be a long way from home, but with every step we take, we are, in our own way, getting closer to it again. . . #motogp #dakar #motorsport

On and off ⏳ We love to believe we’re built like champions, no switch, no pause, just constant fire. But the truth is quieter and heavier than that. Most of us do have an off button. And life, slowly, without asking, presses it. At first it feels like rest. Then it starts feeling like distance. From the things we loved, from the version of us that once moved without thinking. And the hardest part isn’t stopping. It’s what comes after. That moment when you’re sitting there, fully aware, knowing you want it back. The hunger, the chaos, the rush that once made you feel like the world was yours. You reach for the switch again, but your hand just, pauses. Not because you don’t want it. But because something inside you has gone silent. And you don’t even know what it is. So you sit with it. The memories get louder. The present gets heavier. And there’s this thin line in front of you. On one side, you fight through this fog. You keep showing up, even when it feels fake, even when it feels forced. And one day, without warning, something clicks. The switch turns back on. Not the same as before, but alive again. On the other side, you don’t. You stay here, revisiting old versions of yourself like stories you once lived. Telling them. Remembering them. But never becoming them again. And maybe that’s what this really is. Not about having an off button or not. It’s about what you do, when you realise it’s been off for too long.

You don’t go to it ⏳ We love saying adventure is waiting, but it doesn’t wait. It finds you. In thoughts, in conversations, in that quiet pull you can’t ignore. For me, it arrived as the Toyota Land Cruiser 300. A machine so massive, yet so effortless. The way it moved, the comfort it held, the ease it carried across endless kilometres, it never once asked anything from me, just let me be. And then the name stayed. Land Cruiser. Because that’s all I’ve been doin, cruising this land called Earth. We parted ways, but some chapters don’t end, they just wait. Maybe next time, it stays.

Can you escape your reality? Do we know our reality? Or do we think we know our reality? While I am in the category of I think I know my reality, life, time and again, helps me understand that it has way better things for me than what I want for myself. While the universal truth is that the Toyota Land Cruiser 300 is one of the best machines ever made by man, it helped me live every single kilometre in the way I used to dream when I was in college. Thinking that I will be driving around beautiful lands and just documenting whatever I feel, and most importantly, enjoying every second of it. While I do 10 other things that are not fun, but rather most time-consuming, yet important as well, life again and again brings me back to the reality of this. The reality of me just being out there, passing smiles to strangers, listening to a random person’s life story while having a lemon soda, a few beautiful souls inside the car pulling each other’s legs and talking about things we normally run away from, and so much more.

The walk ☀️ You know that walk we do toward our motorcycle, it’s never just a walk. Some days it’s slow, heavy, like you’re carrying the whole world on your shoulders. Some days it’s light, almost playful, like you already know the ride is going to fix something inside you. And sometimes, it’s just quiet. No drama. Just you and the machine waiting. Even what we wear changes with it, right? Like the mood decides the outfit before we even realise it. And in that small distance, from wherever you are to the bike, your head is loud. You’re thinking about everything. Work, people, plans, things you said, things you didn’t. But the moment the engine comes alive, something shifts. It’s like someone gently presses pause on all that noise. Now it’s just the road, the wind, the small details you usually miss, or sometimes, it’s nothing at all, just a strange kind of peace sitting inside you. And somewhere between all of that, you realise how much there is to be grateful for. Not in a big, dramatic way, just quietly, like a feeling that stays with you long after the ride ends.

You ever feel like our phones have just, become a part of us? Like it’s not even a device anymore. It’s just there. Always. See something beautiful, you instantly click it and send it to a friend. Take a random selfie and somehow that becomes a memory you’ll come back to years later. And now the crazy part, half the time you can’t even tell if something was shot on a phone or a proper camera. But then Dakar hits different. Everything’s fast, you’re tired, your body’s already done for the day, and the last thing you want is to pull out your camera, shoot, transfer, edit. It starts feeling like work when all you want is to just stay in the moment. That’s where the OPPO Reno15 Pro just makes sense. It’s always there, no setup, no friction. You see something, you shoot it, and it’s already with you. And honestly, sometimes that’s all you need. #OPPOReno15Series #TravelWithReno #AIPortraitCamera #LiveItYourWay #LetItPopOut

Phirse Naina Bhare 🦋 Lately it’s been hitting me a little differently. Some of the moments I’ve lived, they’re not just memories, they feel like something that might never come back the same way again. Or maybe they will, just not like that. Not with the same people, the same version of me, the same feeling. And I keep thinking, did I really live them fully when they were happening? I’m in the mountains right now. A place I keep running back to. But this time, most of it is just work. Shooting, finishing things, thinking about what’s next. And somewhere in all of that, I feel like I’m missing the reason I started riding in the first place. Just being out there. No plan. No pressure. Just riding with friends, stopping randomly, talking nonsense, getting lost, finding our way again. It sounds so simple, but right now it feels far away. And it’s strange how one small thought can sit so heavy in your chest. This may feel like a small moment, but there are so many things we hold close to our hearts and talk about with everyone we meet. And yet, somewhere, reliving them brings a quiet sadness, making us wonder, when will we do it again? Will we even get to? And the answer, is always the same. I hope soon 🤞

Avoiding the truth ☀️ What is truth? Is it something universal, or something we construct based on the situations we are faced with? Leave the world for an instant and ask yourself what you speak to yourself. How much of it is true, and how much of it is a constructed truth? While it is one of the hardest things to face, truth is also what helps us handle all situations and ourselves, without wasting time trying to make others’ truth our truth, or worse, others’ lies our truth. Most of our time goes into avoiding the truth, but somewhere, when we start accepting it, things become clear. Our words, our work, our intentions—everything becomes crystal clear to others, and most importantly, to ourselves. The peace and power we give ourselves through this will shape not just our future, but everyone around us. Don’t let the industry’s truth become yours by avoiding your own truth. @dhanda_nyoliwala

Summer time 🍉 Here I am, standing under a sun that has no intention of taking it easy on us today. It just keeps pouring heat, like it’s testing how much we can take, and somehow, we still choose to stay in it. Maybe because we’ve found our own ways to fight back. Cold fruits, coconut water, little pauses that feel like rescue missions. Not to escape the summer, but to live it better. There’s always that moment in the car. AC on one side, comfort calling you in, and then there’s the road, the curves, the sky, the wind asking you to feel something real. We choose the windows down. Yeah, it’s hot. The kind that makes your skin remember every second. But the wind still carries a strange kind of relief, like it’s telling you, “stay with me, this is worth it.” Sweat doesn’t stop. But neither does life. The sky stretches out in this endless blue, quietly lifting whatever weight you brought along. Trees lean over you like they’re part of the journey, not just the background, asking you to slow down, to notice. Leaves keep dancing above, and inside the car it’s its own little world. Some moments are loud, laughter bouncing off the windows, stories going nowhere and everywhere. And then suddenly, silence. Just music. Just the road. Just being. All of this, from something as simple as a drive. And somehow, it feels like more than enough. Can’t wait to do it all over again. 🌿🚗

No place. No time ⏳ There’s something unreal about driving with a few beautiful souls, no destination pulling you, no clock chasing you. Just the earth slowly unfolding outside, and inside the car, conversations that don’t try too hard, they just flow. Somewhere along the way, everything begins to slow down. If you can leave your overthinking behind for a bit, you start noticing things you usually miss. The clouds gathering, turning darker, heavier. At first it feels a little intimidating, like something’s about to break. You hear the sky rumble, the roads dim, the wind turns cold. The windows roll down. You take a deep breath. And something inside you quietly shifts. It’s like the world pauses just long enough to remind you how beautiful it actually is. Then comes the rain ⛈️ And if you don’t reach for your phone in that moment, (seriously, don’t ruin it) you start seeing everything differently. How the water falls from the sky, touches the trees, slows down on the leaves, and then finds its way to your face. It gets dense outside. But inside, your thoughts feel lighter. Almost like those sunny memories you carry, soft, warm, untouched. And just like that, the clouds pass. The rain fades. The light returns. The same face that felt that cold drop now feels the warmth of the sun. You take another deep breath, and for a second, nothing is missing. Nothing is rushed. Nothing is incomplete. Just life, exactly as it should be. With No place.No time ⏳ Hands down one of the most beautiful Jimny I have seen @at.the.garage @akhilviznu @kamsanjr #jimny #kerala #drive #rain

No one but yourself 🥷 What are we without our fire? Some of us are starting and some of us have done things we dreamt off and some of us are somewhere in between, but one thing common is having the fire inside that makes us go through anything and everything. But once we start the fire it will end sooner or later and it has to, cause this is where we understand who we were with the fire and who we have become without it. Just like the end of fire is important to make us feel that we are good enough, it is even more important to light it up again. If not then everything our previous version worked for remains a memory that will bring a little joy but more sadness. And sometimes just seeing people who might not be where they want and still pushing themselves beyond just helps our own fire a little. So in the end it’s only us who can keep the fire alive doesn’t matter how dead the surroundings are 🎇 #dhurandhar2 #dhurandhar

Kept the receipts 🧾 Dhanda Nyoliwala isn’t just making music. He’s holding up a mirror, and not everyone likes what they see. Some dance. Some feel it crack something open inside. Some walk away uneasy, like a truth brushed past them and refused to leave. That’s the power of words that don’t beg for approval. He can make a crowd groove like it’s celebration, and in the next breath, pull a line so raw it sits heavy in your chest. That duality? That’s not confusion. That’s honesty. Because real art doesn’t choose comfort. It chooses truth. Funny how everyone chants freedom of speech until the speech actually frees something. Then suddenly it’s too loud, too real, too much. Not because it’s wrong, but because it hits somewhere you’ve been quietly avoiding. Some questioned him. Some found their voice because of him. And many? Many felt exposed. So they built shields, not to protect themselves from the world, but from themselves. Maybe the discomfort isn’t about the artist. Maybe it’s about the cracks he reveals. Because when the words hit right, they don’t just entertain, they interrogate. “Kis baat ka darr hai, jab sach hi bolna hai” “Jhukne se pehle soch, tu kaun hai aur kya khona hai” Are we really that fragile that we can’t hear our own people speak? Or is it that somewhere deep down, we know the truth in those words, and we’re not ready to face it yet. सिर झुका कर चलने की क़ीमत मिलती है सिर उठा कर चलने की क़ीमत चुकानी पड़ती है And maybe that’s the whole point. You either stay comfortable, or you stay honest. With time all the receipts people give are collected and with the same time the dues will be paid in full. @dhanda_nyoliwala 🌪️

For your peace of mind. Don’t try to understand everything 🦋 Gurgaon thanks for the blue sky and beautiful rain and everything else that made cycling beautiful ☀️🌪️

Kede passe jaiye? Has it ever happened that you reach a point where no amount of things going in the wrong direction can shake you anymore? Almost like you have lived through enough chaos that when life starts going smooth, a part of you no longer relaxes. It just waits. Quietly. Almost certain that something will go wrong soon. And then when it finally does, you do not even break. You just smile to yourself and think, I knew this would happen. What is this feeling? Is it strength, or is it tiredness that has learned how to stand? Is it maturity, or is it that life pushed us to grow faster than our hearts were meant to? How do you control something like this? What do you even call it when your mind is always preparing for the wound before it arrives? These are the kinds of questions I keep asking myself. And honestly, I do not always have the answers. But I do know this. The same people who can sense the worst before it happens also carry a strange gift. They know how to find light even inside the collapse. They know how to sit with pain and still notice the small mercy hidden inside it. They know how to lose direction and still keep moving with grace. Maybe that is what keeps them alive. It is a strange thing, to not know the way and still walk anyway. To know you might choose the wrong road, might break a little more, might end up somewhere you never planned, and still let the child inside you smile and keep going. No map. No certainty. Nothing to guide you except a stubborn heart and the clouds above your head. And maybe that is where the beauty has been all along. Not in having the answers. Not in escaping the storm. Not in becoming untouched by pain. But in learning how to move forward through both rain and sunshine with the same soul. A little bruised. A little wiser. A little quieter. But still full of life. Still choosing to walk. Still choosing to believe that even the wrong turns will teach you something worth carrying. And maybe that is not sadness, Maybe that is not damage. Maybe that is what it means to become deeply human. #manmademachines #motorcycle #royalenfield #nature

Don’t sleep on the dream that keeps visiting you, because some dreams are simply waiting for you to finally wake up to them 🪷 There’s a strange connection we build as kids, the kind that begins with a single magazine page where one picture of a motorcycle or a car could light up our entire world. We would carry that magazine everywhere, showing it to everyone we met, because those pages felt like tiny windows into who we might become. Even after seeing those images countless times, we would still return to them, not just for the machine but for the feeling, the spark, the magic that stayed alive long after the pages faded. If we saw that same magazine today, it would pull us straight back into childhood, where every dream felt pure and possible. As we grow older, that feeling grows with us. Life introduces us to people who are just like us, people who are deewane behind these machines, people who put family first and place their own dream just after, holding it quietly, patiently, without ever letting it slip away. These are the humans who fulfil every responsibility and still return to their childhood dream in the silent hours, until one day that dream stops being a picture on a page and becomes something real, something they can touch, ride and live. And when that day finally arrives, everything around us changes, yet the way our eyes see a motorcycle remains exactly the same. Because it was never the adult who made this happen, it was the kid inside who held on without fear, without doubt, without compromise. And now that kid finally gets to live life king size 👑 . . #ducati #panigalev4s #superbike

Butterfly Effect 🦋 How much do you trust your vision? Is it enough, or are you still negotiating with doubt? Because the moment you trust what you create, you give yourself permission to move through chaos and still build. It doesn’t matter how small or big the step is, nothing you ever do is small. Every right turn or wrong turn doesn’t take you away, it shapes the road. You still arrive where you’re meant to, just carved differently. The time changes, the effort stretches you, but the journey becomes your own. During Dakar, where everything is dust, speed and survival, I realised my biggest partner wasn’t control, it was instinct. Music became my rhythm, frames became my language. While documenting the Dhurandhar Revenge launch, it all came back like a high-speed flash. Every frame I create today feels like it was built long before this moment existed. This video isn’t just a video. It carries every version of me that refused to stop. From the smallest decisions to the biggest leaps, everything has been leading me here. The universe isn’t built on grand cinematic moments. It’s stitched together by whispers, by almosts, by tiny invisible turns. And somewhere within all of it, you realise you’re no longe chasing the storm, you’ve become it. @spotifyindia @dakarinsaudi . . #dhurandhar #dakar #motorsports #dhurandhartherevenge

Haryana Cult 🦍 What stands right in front of you is never just what the eyes see. The real story begins with how deeply you are willing to look. Every listener, every observer carries a different lens. The artist creates the fire, but how much of that fire reaches your soul depends on how far you are willing to step into it. Dhanda’s words carry a strange kind of electricity. The kind that makes a small circle of friends scream every lyric together like an oath. The kind that makes ordinary people feel like the main character of their own film. But behind the rage, behind the power and the chest-thumping anthems, lives a writer who understands something far deeper. The same pen that can make a crowd roar can also make someone quietly wipe a tear. That is real power. Not noise, but control over emotion. Personally coming from Haryana, I can say something people often miss. We might sound a little harsh. The tone is rough, the words sometimes sharp like unpolished steel. But behind that surface there is depth that many don’t immediately see. There is loyalty. There is pride. There is a raw honesty that doesn’t know how to hide behind softness. Some listen for the beat. Some listen for the pride. Some listen because somewhere in those words they hear their own life echoing back. And that’s where the cult is born. From conversations when no cameras are around, to the madness when the lights turn on. From people standing in tears just to see him, to people feeling like someone from their own bloodline is rising in the world. Because sometimes a man’s victory stops belonging to just him. Sometimes it becomes fuel for thousands. And when that happens, it is no longer just music. It becomes movement. 🦍 @dhanda_nyoliwala @sumit_bamal . . #dhandanyoliwala #harayana

Riding through the jungle trails of Bir with OPPO Reno15 Pro Mini! Sharp turns, dense landscape, and pure adrenaline at every corner. Moments like these deserve to be captured in their full intensity, and the OPPO Reno15 Pro Mini is built exactly for that with 4K 60fps multi-focal length video, making every movement feel smooth, immersive, and cinematic. And it’s not just videography, the phone’s 200MP camera and 3.5x telephoto lens work wonders for photography too, capturing stunning detail even from a distance. Built for adventures that don’t slow down. @oppoindia #OPPOReno15Series #TravelWithReno #AIPortraitCamera #LiveItYourWay #LetItPopOut

Certain realities of life. From time to time all we humans need is anything but the reality of our lives. Time when all we want is to just escape the reality of life, this doesn’t just happen when things are difficult but also when things have been too good for too long, we look for an escape no matter what. While no one can escape the reality, these attempts of escape are necessary as either they make us forget the reality or they end up giving us breathing space that helps us clear things off. In between all this, we all have our own form of escapes. One such is riding, and when this is combined with nature, the whole game changes, and a new meaning to life is formed. If you have read it till here you know what I mean 🤜🤛 So enjoy the escape from those cretain reality cause after all the drama we will stand in front of those realities again. Reality or not just make sure you live and weave all these memories in beautiful frames 🌸. @pasnormalstudios @maats.cc ✨

I always thought working with my dream brands, collaborating with athletes I admire, and travelling the world would be the most fun part of life. And honestly, it is 🪷 But something interesting started happening when I began spending a little more time with myself. For the past month I’ve been running, cycling, walking, almost every single day. So much that most days I can’t really feel my legs anymore. They’re just there, carrying me around quietly. But the strange part comes when I finally lie down at night. Suddenly I can feel all of it. Not the pain. Not the fatigue. Just those moments. The quiet roads. The wind hitting the face. The random thoughts that come and go. The feeling of doing something with absolutely no bigger goal. No brand. No project. No outcome. Just a little time that belonged completely to me. And somewhere in between those kilometres, I think I’m slowly realising something. Sometimes the most beautiful parts of life are the ones that were never meant to become anything ⏳

Sometimes all we need is a good day of ride and a night full of thunderstorms to feel how human we actually are ⏳

Dreaming of a slow life ☀️ Life has a strange way of shaping us. It throws us to the ground, again and again, until we learn how to stand taller than our own fears. It makes us grow faster than our age, teaches us lessons we never signed up for, and hands us responsibilities that feel heavier than our bones. And then, quietly, when we have carried enough, when we have handled enough, it gives us a gift. Not applause. Not trophies. Just a moment. By then, we’ve chased so many mountains that we forget what it feels like to sit at the foot of one. All the big dreams that once kept us awake at night start shrinking in front of something far simpler, riding your classic back in your hometown. That familiar dug dug echoing through streets that once knew your bare feet. The same turns, the same chai stalls, the same sky. The village may have changed its walls, but the earth still smells the same. The river still flows like it did when it taught you how to go with the current, and when to fight it. Every small detail holds you gently. Like a child wrapped in a blanket on a winter evening. No rush. No proving. Just warmth. You meet people who remember you before the world did. They remind you of stories you had forgotten. And somehow, while you listen to them, they live a little through you too. It’s strange how much can happen just because one person decides to return home. And when the ride ends, when the engine cools down and the helmet comes off, all those once massive goals feel smaller than they ever did. Not because they don’t matter. But because you finally remember what truly does. Now all he wants is more slow mornings, more unplanned evenings, more miles on that dug dug, and more days where life isn’t chased, but simply soaked in⏳ . . #manmademachines #royalenfieldclassic350 #hometown

Day after day I keep reaching for this phone without thinking. Cold hands in the morning, dust everywhere by noon, battery anxiety that never really shows up. I don’t even realise I’m testing it until the day ends and everything I needed is already there. Dakar days are long. You wake up tired, you sleep tired, and in between you watch humans do things that shouldn’t be possible. Fourteen days out here, no comfort, no reset button. Just weather that keeps changing and athletes who don’t. Most moments don’t announce themselves. They happen while walking, while waiting, while you’re half distracted and fully present at the same time. I pull the phone out, shoot, put it back. No drama. No fight. What I like is that it doesn’t demand attention. The design stays calm in a very loud place. The camera feels ready before I am. And that lets me stay where I’m supposed to be instead of worrying about the tool in my hand. Dakar is brutal. This felt simple. And sometimes, that’s exactly what you need. OPPO Reno15Pro #OPPOReno15ProSeries #TravelWithReno #AIPortraitCamera #LiveItYourWay #LetItPopOut

The art of not knowing ⏳ I think one of the quiet reasons I do what I do, is because it lets the noise fade. When I am out there, especially on a sheet of ice in a country that feels borrowed from a dream, life simplifies. The emails disappear. The timelines soften. The future stops shouting. And I am thrown into the present so completely that there is no space left for anything else. What does being present mean to me? It means standing on earth wrapped in white snow while the sky glows like it forgot it is winter. It means speaking Haryanvi with Neeraj in Finland and laughing at how absurd and beautiful that sentence even sounds. It means going far too sideways on ice, feeling that tiny flicker of panic, and then catching it, pulling it back, and laughing like we just won something much bigger than control. It means knowing the cold is waiting outside like a sharp reminder of where you are, and still stepping out because an image has already formed in your head. It means eating food that looks pale and unfamiliar but somehow tastes like comfort because hunger and happiness were sitting at the same table. It means having conversations that feel profound enough to carry for a lifetime. And also having conversations that make no sense at all yet you know you will remember them forever. It means meeting strangers who quietly become part of your inner circle. It means realizing that what happened on the ice was only the visible part. The real experience lives somewhere deeper. Softer. Warmer. When I relive it, it feels even more beautiful than it did in real time. Maybe that is what love for something truly does. It clears the clutter. It makes everything else dissolve for a while. In that moment, nothing is missing. Nothing is chasing you. Nothing is asking for more. And in the end, I feel like we humans really do not need much. Five or seven things, maybe. A few people. A purpose. A story to tell. A moment that makes us forget everything else. And the quiet courage to not know what comes next, and still step onto the ice anyway. @audiin

Sculpting in time ⏳ Finland was frozen solid. Lakes locked in silence. Trees standing still like they were holding their breath. But there is one thing you cannot freeze, no matter how brutal the winter gets. Time. And maybe that is exactly why @audiin wanted us here. Not just to drive. Not just to shoot. But to step out of the rush and feel life moving, even when everything around us looked paused. It was already the kind of experience you replay in your head for years. Then it somehow got better. Three days of going sideways on ice, sometimes spinning a full 360, laughing like kids who had just discovered speed for the first time. And in the middle of all that, @neeraj____chopra just hanging out with us. No podiums. No stadium lights. Just humans chasing the thrill of control on a surface that offers none. When you pull people away from their schedules, their responsibilities, their constant notifications, something shifts. You start noticing small things. The crunch of snow under boots. The way your breath turns visible. The way wind would skim through the ear and the whole body starts shaking. The way all the finger nails were in pain as if someone hammered nails in them. And the warmth in the car while I went sideways and the heartbeat rising. Trips like this quietly ask you a question. When was the last time you simply existed without trying to get somewhere? And then there was the cold. Minus 25. Some days minus 32. The kind of cold that doesn’t just touch your skin but negotiates with your bones. I still cannot properly feel my fingers while writing this. Gloves on, layers stacked, and yet the wind found its way in like it had a personal vendetta. But strangely, that numbness made everything sharper. The steering inputs mattered more. Turing photo mode to video became a task. Getting out of the car to take a shot became the mission impossible. And yet the present felt alive. Because when your fingertips go numb, you stop worrying about yesterday or tomorrow. You just hold the camera. You breathe. And you let time move through you. ❄️🔥 . . #audi #audiquattro #icedrive #finland

Aarambh. Prarambh. 🕉️ You know what’s strange? Fear can make the strongest person feel tiny. And ego can make the smallest achievement feel gigantic. We keep swinging between the two, not realising that neither of them is who we truly are. Somewhere in all this noise, we forget something simple. We are part of something ancient. Something that existed long before our doubts and will remain long after our victories. Vast. Silent. Eternal. Everything begins here. Everything ends here. We come from dust. We go back to dust. And in between those two quiet truths, we are given something powerful. Choice. The freedom to start something. The freedom to end something. The freedom to shape our own path. But if the choices are ours, the consequences are ours too. Nothing just “happens.” Whatever we think about the most, whatever we pour our energy into, slowly becomes our reality. What we feed, grows. What we worship, returns. And I’ve realised something about myself. Every story I chase. Every frame I shoot. Every time I stand in dust, wind, chaos, or silence with a camera in my hand… I am not just working. I am offering. I devote my work to Mahadev. Not because I expect something in return. Not because I want protection or praise. But because creation itself feels sacred. Because destruction teaches. Because stillness speaks louder than applause. When work becomes devotion, fear loses its grip. When ego dissolves, clarity remains. And in that clarity, there is only one truth. Create. Surrender. Repeat. Har Har Mahadev. 🔱

This or that. Tell me something, how many times a day do we stand between two choices? This or that. Stay or leave. Wait or move. It sounds small when we say it like that, but that’s literally how a life is built. Not in big dramatic moments. In quiet decisions no one else even notices. And look at this… it’s already the second month of the year. Feels like we just said Happy New Year yesterday. Before we know it, we’ll be sitting somewhere in November, talking about how fast this year went and what we could’ve done differently. Isn’t it strange though? Some nights don’t pass at all. You keep looking at the clock and it barely moves. Your thoughts are louder than the silence. Time feels stuck. But zoom out a little and entire years are disappearing like pages being flipped too quickly. So maybe it’s not really about this or that. Maybe it’s about being awake while choosing. Because whether we realise it or not, every small choice is quietly shaping the life we’ll sit and talk about in November. A small recap of @tourofnilgiris before we pull more from it 🦍 . . #cycling #athletes

A Night Written in Sound ⏳ I’ve always felt that artists don’t just work on their craft, they live inside it. Decades pass with them carrying emotions no one ever sees. Joy, fear, doubt, devotion. No matter how heavy it gets, they learn to hold it quietly and keep moving. Somewhere along the way, those emotions find their way into the work. They stay alive there, floating, waiting, reaching people they were never meant to meet. And when they do, they don’t just entertain, they help someone understand themselves a little better, help them move forward. That’s when I realise how beautiful the relationship between an artist and the audience really is. It’s silent, honest, and deeply human. A space where nothing is demanded and everything is felt. Watching Anoushka Shankar and Arijit Singh come together felt like witnessing that bond take shape in real time. It didn’t feel like a concert. It felt like two lifetimes of emotion meeting thousands of hearts at once. Some nights don’t need to be explained. They just stay with you. This was a night written in sound. Because when time decides it’s time, it’s time 🪷. @anoushkashankarofficial x @arijitsingh Thanks @m_sachdev @skillboxofficial for this beautiful experience of letting us document the whole tour 🙇🏻‍♂️

Art of becoming ☀️ It’s never just hard work that makes you one with what you love. Hard work can teach skill, discipline, structure. But becoming one with something comes only from devotion. The kind of devotion that isn’t transactional, that doesn’t look for applause, numbers, or returns. It simply gives, every single time. I’ve been witnessing Suraj for years now. His music is a part of my everyday life, almost subconsciously. But the moment he walks on stage with that mic in his hand, something shifts. The world doesn’t get louder for me. It slows down. In a space filled with noise, movement, and thousands of bodies jumping in unison, time somehow feels softer. The songs are powerful, the energy is wild, yet there’s a strange calm hidden inside the chaos. That’s where the magic exists. While he pours himself into every note and gives everything he has to every soul watching him, I find myself pausing. And in that pause, I don’t just see an artist performing. I see a human evolving in real time, slowly dissolving into his art. He isn’t moving only to the rhythm he has created. He’s moving to wherever his soul wants to go in that moment, free of form, free of thought. And watching that makes me question myself. How many of us can truly say we’ve become one with what we love? That our work, our art, our purpose flows through us consciously and unconsciously, without effort. Is it strange to connect this kind of music with something that feels like its opposite? Or is it that once the similarity reveals itself, it no longer needs explanation. It’s not understood. It’s felt. @hanumankind @hmkotw @tarqeeb @m_sachdev

There are only two outcomes at an @hanumankind show. Either you get knocked into the best sleep of your life, or sleep doesn’t exist and your body stays wired long after the last beat drops. @hmkotw @bassdroppingalien @skillboxofficial

We talk a lot about where champions are headed. Rarely about where they began. Back in India, back at the kart track, Red Bull India × OnePlus document a reminder that roots don’t fade, they anchor. #ShotOnOnePlus15R

What better story to tell than the newest F1 driver returning to where it all began. Back to his roots. Back to India. Back to karting. Red Bull India × OnePlus brought the story full circle, documenting every moment. Some journeys don’t just move forward. They loop back, just to remind you where and why it all started. #ShotOnOnePlus15R

Remember to enjoy the game above all 👆 Life is no less than a game we already know will end one day. It doesn’t matter if the level you’re on feels easy or impossibly hard. Knowing there’s an end walking beside us every step, the choice is simple yet brutal. Do we enjoy each moment as it comes, or do we ruin the now by worrying about how close the finish line is? What I witnessed at Karma’s show last night pushed me firmly toward choosing joy. I saw a crowd lose all sense of self and become one moving, breathing organism. I saw people scream every word like the lyrics were stitched into their own stories. I saw tears, sweat, laughter, strangers hugging strangers. Twenty boys sharing one water bottle because the next song demanded even more from their bodies and their souls. And in the middle of all that chaos, there was one common thread. Karma. And what he has created. No one was there because it was a Saturday night. No one was killing time. Every person knew every lyric like they had written it themselves, like those words had carried them through something real. And me? With no plans, last minute in Delhi, I couldn’t resist. I dragged a few more souls along, knowing they’d jump just as hard, scream just as loud, and forget the weight of life for a while. Moments like these remind you why you’re here. Why you choose to feel deeply. Why you choose to play the game with your heart wide open. Because in the end, the only real win is how fully you lived while the music was still playing 🖤 @karmathelekhak 🦍

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You know how some cameras make you overthink everything? Settings, speed, focus, what if this, what if that. The A7V never did that to me. It just stayed out of the way and let me enjoy the madness. The speed, the noise, the chaos, the moments you don’t get twice. I wasn’t worried about whether I’d get the shot. I was just there, watching it all unfold and pressing the shutter when it felt right. From the fastest machines in the harshest terrain to live stages, sweat, lights, emotion, and pure exhaustion, it kept up without asking for attention. When your camera stops demanding things from you, the adventure becomes the focus. And that’s when the real frames happen. Shot where hesitation costs you everything you better have something you trust 🦍 @sonyalphain #sonyalphain #createwithsony #motorsports #adventure #photographer

A7V 💎 You know a camera has stopped being a tool and started becoming a part of you when everything you live is also everything you shoot. Most of what I document cannot be repeated. Moments don’t slow down. Sports don’t wait. Light doesn’t come back asking for a second take. Speed and quality are not preferences for me, they’re non-negotiables. I’ll admit, I had my doubts. I’ve sold my soul to the A1ii and A9iii, machines that thrive in chaos and speed. But after documenting so many different sports, across so many conditions, I realised something simple. Even if I’m standing alone with just the A7V, I’m not missing a frame. Not a moment. Not a story. Because when the intent is clear and the camera keeps up, that’s all you really need. @sonyalphain #sonyalphain #createwithsony #sports

In dust, we trust ⏳ Today, the dust becomes the judge. Not of speed alone, but of resolve. Tomorrow is the day when many stories end and just as many are born. The final stage of Dakar, where no two battles look the same. Some arrive chasing victory, seconds sharp as blades. Others arrive simply wanting to finish, to escape the suffering so they can carry it forever. Here, pain is currency. Fatigue is familiar. And every kilometer asks the same question again and again, How badly do you want this? By day after, the dust will settle. The tracks will fade. The silence will return. But these humans will come back. Scarred, humbled, changed. They will return to their Man Made Machines to speak the only language they truly know, language of movement, madness, and meaning. Because Dakar never really ends. It just waits for the next soul willing to trust the dust ✨🏜️ . . #dakarrally #dust #motorsport

How Dakar 26 has been going around ✨ 1. Most times I wonder how I would think nothing will workout and now I am doing my 5th Dakar and 2nd of which as a part of the organisation 🥹 2. If my cameras could talk I am sure they would abuse the shit out of me for putting them through so much and yet will be happy I did @sonyalphain 3. With two marathon stages every minute there showed me how small I am and my problems compared to everything the athletes here endure and still smile 🦍 4. we never know how the first motorcycle or car is gonna look or the line they take, so while they make their way to us we share snacks from each of our countries 🌮 5. With every day passing I enjoy my own company the most even if I am left all alone in the desert. I have so much to talk to myself 😂 6. Editing on the go is painful in bucket seats but if I finish it now then once I reach I can rest. So only after discomfort comes comfort 🥲. 7.Neither did I miss any sunrise or sunrise from the start of the year. I have made sure I pause for 5 mins minimum and just watch the sun do its thing 🌅 8. They work whole life and whole year to race here and when time comes people do everything in their power and more to help the fellow athletes even if it means they get left behind 🤝 9. It’s not my alarm that wakes me up lately but my watch vibrating the hell just to tell me this 🙂 10. The camera on the desert just looked so nice. If you read till here you are the real G 🥹 11. Today’s sunrise was magical ⛅️ 12. testing the oppo Reno 15. It shines so nice when lights hits 💎 13. Sleeping under the stars and silence so beautifully that its scary now 😂 14. I apologise to my cameras 🙇🏻‍♂️

Are you made for this? @dakarinsaudi

The legendary defender in Dakar is possibly one of the best things about 2026 🏜️🦍 @dakarinsaudi @dakarrally @defender

Just for fun 🏜️ I made this for fun. Because apparently replying to messages has now become a full time expectation. Most nights end the same way. Work wraps up, I’m covered in dust, negotiating with the universe for hot water and dreaming about dal khichdi like it’s a Michelin dish. That’s when I finally open my phone and find a beautiful collection of missed calls and unread messages waiting for me. Every single one needs time, attention, and mental space. Unfortunately, all three were left somewhere in the desert. We leave before the sun is awake. We walk kilometres in sand. We shoot all day and return exhausted. And the funniest part is that there is still no guarantee we came back with the shot. But yes, please allow me to reply instantly. I genuinely love this work. Completely. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just don’t confuse silence with attitude. I’m not ghosting. I’m not ignoring anyone for fun.I’m not acting busy, I am actually busy 🥹 Back to dust, edits, and hoping today’s shower is warmer than yesterday. Made this during WRC but didn’t post, now when faced similar situation in Dakar I had to go back and share this 😂

Who are we, if not the choices we make ⏳ At the Dakar Rally, a lot can go wrong. Every day, in a hundred different ways. And most of it isn’t small. Still, they line up. Not thinking about trophies. Not even about finishing. Something simpler and more human. Just about getting back to their people at the end of the day. Years of work lead to a few seconds at the start line. They know the risks. They know how ugly it can get. And yet the throttle stays pinned. There’s a feeling in those moments. It doesn’t last long. But it stays with you. You replay it later, in quieter nights, remembering exactly how alive you felt. And for feelings like that, we make choices that don’t always make sense to others. We choose fear. We choose discomfort. We choose the hard way, because somewhere deep down, it feels honest. Standing here, watching these Dakar riders and drivers, and knowing some of their stories, it becomes hard to complain about much else. The problems don’t disappear. They just stop feeling so heavy. In the end, we’re nothing more and nothing less than the choices we keep making. #dakar #rallyracing #motorsport #athlete

Stage 1 is done, and the early mornings at the @dakarinsaudi never get old 🏜️ Watching everyone slowly arrive, engines warming up, while the sun rises alongside them, somehow, it always makes the early wake ups and long travel feel worth it. It’s funny how much easier it is for me to edit and deliver work for others than to post on my own account. But maybe this time I’ll stay consistent, sharing a few of my favourite frames from each day at Dakar, or even pulling back the curtain a little with some behind-the-scenes from the rally. Let’s see where this goes. . . #dakar2026 #rallyracing #motorsport

Best feeling ever… 🫠 Thanks for the video @man_made_machines !! #lifestyle #rallyraid #canetairleines #dakarrally #ktmofficial

In dirt, we trust 🏜️ This marks my fifth year beginning the new year by documenting Dakar Rally. Every year leaves behind something that quietly stays with me and becomes part of how I move through life. Yesterday, simply walking around and meeting legendary athletes and photographers made the kid inside me smile and jump around with pure excitement. Every face carried a story. Every story carried grit, sacrifice, and belief. Listening to these journeys makes everything I face in life feel smaller. It reminds me that there is always more to do, more to feel, and so much more left to live for. Once again, the desert does what it always does. It humbles you. It teaches you. And it reminds you why we begin here, in the dirt. . . #dakar #rallyracing #motorsport

The silent ask 🌅 I honestly don’t know when 2025 began and how we suddenly landed in December, but this has easily been the year where all the unseen years of hard work finally started showing up in reality. There was a time when I was loud about my dreams. In school and college, I would tell everyone that one day I would document the greatest motorsport athletes in the world. With time, that dream only grew bigger. But somewhere after college, the kid who spoke his dreams out loud slowly went quiet. Talking about what I wanted to do started to feel heavy, almost embarrassing. I was too harsh on myself. Even after working day and night, I wasn’t seeing even a fraction of those dreams come to life. I stopped watching sports altogether because every moment of greatness reminded me of what I wasn’t doing yet. So I chose silence and carried my dreams quietly inside, convinced I was just all talk and no show. But here’s the beautiful part, even in silence, I didn’t stop. I kept going. I kept trying. I kept doing everything I possibly could. And in 2025, life finally whispered back. Dakar as part of the official team. MotoGP with Maverick, who feels like a brother now. Formula 1. Tour de France Femme. WRC. Campaigns. Documentaries. Moments I once only dreamed of, now turned into memories I can actually hold. The funniest part is that I still don’t have a perfect plan on how I will do all of this again next year. But if that younger version of me could survive the chaos, uncertainty, fear, and heartbreak it took to get here, then the version of me today can definitely do it with more strength, clarity, and calm. Looking back at 2025, I realise every silent ask was heard. Not loudly. Not dramatically. But in the most beautiful way possible. All I have now are these visuals, proof that life does answer, just on its own time. Here’s to 2026. May every dream you are quietly working on find its way to you. And when it does, I hope it makes you smile the way this year made me. Thanks to every single one of you who has been with me on this journey in every possible way 🙇🏻‍♂️.

Truth is everywhere 🏔️ We grow up listening to countless stories. Some stay with us, most quietly fade away, until life finds a way to bring them back, not through memory, but through moments that make the heart remember what the mind had long forgotten. Up here, somewhere between silence and the sky, I didn’t just see mountains, I felt something awaken. A feeling still impossible to describe, yet powerful enough to make me feel closer to nature than I ever have before. Days passed on this ride, and on the journey back, nature began speaking in its own language, in winds, in skies, in storms, in stillness and every bit of it reminded me of Shiv. There were moments I genuinely felt His presence, as if the universe itself was unfolding just to whisper something sacred. In three days, I witnessed every face of nature, gentle and fierce, magical and unforgiving, calm, wild, divine. And somewhere in between all of it, the truth felt visible, everywhere. In friends known for year and in stranger, from the beautiful waterfall to a waterfall so fierce it brought chaos and nothing else. Truth was in all of them. The divine is not somewhere far. It lives in mountains, in storms, in breath, in us. Reminding truth is everywhere. . . #shiva #himalayas #motorcycles

Imagine this 💭 You’ve grown up hearing the legends, stories of a hundred souls moving as one, of men who carry their culture on their shoulders with pride, of smiles powered by tradition. One day, you finally ride out to witness it again. As the road winds ahead, memories return. You remember the last time you saw it, standing small and holding your grandfather’s hand. Somewhere along the way, life pulled you away from your roots. Somewhere, you lost a part of who you were. And then you arrive. The backwaters lie calm. So does the wind. So does the world. Hundreds sit in their boats, waiting, breathing, believing. All you hear is the gentle wind, the soft kiss of waves on the shore, and the quiet heartbeat the water seems to carry within it. Slowly, it begins. A drumbeat echoes. Another follows. The rhythm grows. The pace builds. Water begins to dance. Oars begin to rise. And suddenly, everything is alive. The crowd erupts. Children stare in wonder. Strangers cheer together. The elders smile, the kind of smile that carries history, pride, and emotion. The boats surge forward, not just in motion, but in spirit. Every man on that boat moves as one. Every breath aligns. Every heartbeat syncs. This is the moment Kerala breathes in unison. And when you ride back, something inside feels lighter. It feels like the land has spoken to you. It feels like your roots reached out, held you close, and reminded you who you are. You realise you didn’t just witness a race. You reconnected with your soul. And your heart finally smiles, with peace, with pride, with quiet content. . . #kerala #boatrace #culture

Imagine taking a Royal Enfield Interceptor 650 and a Continental GT 650 out with a friend, someone with whom every kilometre is uncertain, yet every moment feels unforgettable. On the winding roads of God’s Own Country, you don’t just ride, you collect memories you’ll carry forever. Because with every passing day, it feels like beyond all the big ambitions, it’s these simple rides with a friend that truly fill the heart. . . #royalenfield #motorcycles #friends

Time. The only thing we can never outrun. The only opponent that never slows, never bends, never waits. 🕛 Last week around this same hour, I stood among humans of every age. Their hearts carried stress, their minds were heavy with life, and their shoulders held stories no one else could see. Still, they rose. Shivering mornings turned into quiet rituals of courage. They slowly gathered warmth from the first touch of sunlight, from laughter echoing through the cold air, and from hope wrapped gently inside exhaustion. They rode into chaos, into traffic, into fatigue, and into climbs so brutal they questioned their strength, their choices, their limits and maybe even themselves. But at the finish line, something magical happened. Time paused for a second. And on every face, the same thing bloomed, a smile. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just pure, honest, earned joy. Because while everyone has the same twenty-four hours, not everyone chooses to live them fully. Some drift. Some endure. But a rare few honour their body, their breath, their spirit, and remind time that even if it cannot be beaten, life can still be beautifully conquered within every passing minute. @tourofnilgiris . . #cycling #nilgiris #cyclist

UNDER ARMOUR X MANSORY 👑 Anyone who knows me even a little knows how much I love shoes, but this pair isn’t just another addition. This one means something. Two masters of performance coming together, one from the world of athletes, one from the world of automotive art, fusing precision, power, and craftsmanship into something you carry under your feet. Not worn… commanded. I’ve been lucky enough to witness Mansory machines up close, cars that exist as 1 of 1 or 5 of 1, each a moving sculpture. So I wasn’t even surprised when I found out that even this collaboration with Under Armour is a limited-edition masterpiece. And obviously… I had to grab two. 🥹🔥 @underarmourind . . #UAMansory #UnderArmourXMansory#UnderArmour

Summoned by the earth 🌱 Not every soul is invited into the wild, only those the earth remembers 🏜️ Engines hum in ancient frequencies, stirring echoes buried beneath centuries of silence. Forests whisper forgotten hymns, mountains exhale like old guardians, and the lifting dust moves like spirits choosing whom to test. In WRC, drivers may battle each other — but their true war is with every tiny element nature hides in plain sight. One pebble can rewrite fate. One slip can break legends. And even if they conquer every roaring storm around them, the greatest one always waits ahead — Time, the oldest spirit of all, the one who decides who may pass. Yet those who move without fear, who listen to the wind and trust the earth beneath them, the nature offers a rare blessing. They stop being men chasing seconds…and rise as storms that shape them. Half dust, half lightning. Half mortal, half myth. In this sacred clash between earth and spirit, only one fate embraces the brave: to become the very force of nature they once feared.

December means getting ready for @dakarrally in style 🥷 . . #dakarrally #motorsport #athlete

Tour of Nilgiris 🚵 Imagine riding for seven relentless days through rain, heat, silence, chaos and climbs that make your lungs burn and your soul wake up. They call it one of the toughest cycling tours in Asia, not just because of the altitude or the distance, but because somewhere along the route, the road stops testing your body and begins testing your spirit. And yet, every year, the Nilgiris pull in people from every corner of the world, athletes, amateurs, dreamers, believers, some young, some seasoned, all united by one truth: they refuse to stop. Among them stood a rider who didn’t just speak for himself, but for every cyclist who ever fell, got up, and kept going: George Russell. A human who doesn’t just ride the sport, he breathes it, lives it, carries it in his bones. His passion is electric, the kind that moves you before the pedals even turn. As we prepare to join TFN and document this journey, the climbs, the crashes, the triumphs, the silent moments where doubt meets courage, I can’t deny it, I feel the butterflies. Because in the next few days, we won’t just be crossing Tamil Nadu, Kerala and Karnataka, we’ll be crossing stories, meeting hearts and witnessing humans discover a version of themselves they’ve never met before. This isn’t just a tour. It’s a test, a pilgrimage, a transformation. And we’re ready, to chase it, capture it and carry it forward. . . #cycling #tourofnilgiris #cyclist

The soul whispers. Imagine telling @lando , “Remember me, I’ll see you in five years.” Was it a random sentence said in the moment, or did you already know, @arvid.lindblad ? Did something deeper speak before the world understood? the mind didn’t plan it. Maybe the heart didn’t fully believe it. But the soul whispered it into existence. And instead of explaining or proving anything to anyone, he did the one thing most people never do: he listened. He shut out the noise, the doubt, the fear, the opinions, and turned every second into effort, every setback into fuel, every failure into foundation. MaybeAnd now, five years later, the whisper stands tall. The impossible has shape. The dream has a date. Arvid will drive in Formula 1 in 2026. The world roars now, but it started with a whisper only he heard. And while one dream reaches its peak, this is where life becomes raw and real, because the climb never ends. The journey now demands more strength, more grit, more courage than ever before. A new version of him will be forged, stronger, sharper, relentless, yet still carrying the same whisper that started it all. And every time someone like him rises, it feels like a win for every wild heart out there, anyone who ever dared to believe in something before the world agreed. Because the soul knows long before reality does. And when you listen, the whisper becomes destiny. @redbullindia . . #f1

The new Sony A7V 🥷 Sometimes a camera doesn’t enter your workflow with noise or drama. It arrives quietly. Almost ordinary. Almost unnoticed. When I first held the A7V, I wasn’t excited. I had some of the most important shoots of the year coming up, and bringing a new tool into a high-pressure environment is something I rarely gamble with. Especially when I’ve been spoiled by the A9III, the A1II, and the SIII that still holds a special place in my kit. So at first, the A7V sat in my hands as a “maybe.” Something just to test. Something I didn’t expect to rely on. Then I looked closer. 33 megapixels. 4K 120. The same autofocus intelligence I trusted from the top-tier bodies. The real shift happened not during testing, but during real work. The kind where light changes every second, subjects move unpredictably, and moments won’t give you a second chance. Somewhere between those shots, I stopped experimenting and started trusting. The frames felt intentional. The autofocus felt alive. The experience felt familiar in the best way. By the time I noticed, the A7V wasn’t sitting in my bag anymore. It was in my hands. On set. In motion. Under pressure. And it was delivering. That’s when I understood something important. Great cameras don’t need loud introductions. They prove themselves when everything around you is moving fast and they still capture the moment with precision. Now there’s a strange mix of feelings. A little frustration because I didn’t expect to care about another body. But a much bigger sense of happiness, because this is where technology is moving. Not exclusive. Not limited to top-tier price points. Not reserved only for the flagship lineup. The Sony A7V feels like a reminder that innovation can be shared, not gated. It’s not just another release. It’s the quiet kind of excellence that earns respect, slowly and confidently, one frame at a time. @sonyalphain . . #sonyalpha7v #createwithsony

Just imagining past few days is still getting me excited. Hope I make something more on WRC asap and put it out here 🤝 . . #rallycar #wrc #wrcrally

When was the last time you got a perfectly clean window seat on a flight? I wanted the sunrise on my right, but after all the calculations and overthinking, I ended up on the left seat. But instead of the sun washing over the mountains, I witnessed something different, light touching just the tips, softly, like a secret only a few get to see. Despite the chaos around me, I’m in love with the frames I captured on the OnePlus 15. #ShotonOnePlus

The moment I got my hands on the OnePlus 15, I took it out for a motorcycle ride, warming it up the way I knew I’d be using it most of the time. When that wasn’t enough, I pushed it further: first into a lifestyle shoot with limited time and space, and then straight into an event where you can’t move freely, yet still have to make the best out of the moment. The one thing that stayed constant? Every shot turned out beautiful. The OnePlus 15 didn’t take a second to adapt, it just understood what I needed. And here I am, already on the next adventure 🏜️ #ShotonOnePlus

Don’t sleep on the dream that keeps visiting you, because some dreams are simply waiting for you to finally wake up to them 🪷 There’s a strange connection we build as kids, the kind that begins with a single magazine page where one picture of a motorcycle or a car could light up our entire world. We would carry that magazine everywhere, showing it to everyone we met, because those pages felt like tiny windows into who we might become. Even after seeing those images countless times, we would still return to them, not just for the machine but for the feeling, the spark, the magic that stayed alive long after the pages faded. If we saw that same magazine today, it would pull us straight back into childhood, where every dream felt pure and possible. As we grow older, that feeling grows with us. Life introduces us to people who are just like us, people who are deewane behind these machines, people who put family first and place their own dream just after, holding it quietly, patiently, without ever letting it slip away. These are the humans who fulfil every responsibility and still return to their childhood dream in the silent hours, until one day that dream stops being a picture on a page and becomes something real, something they can touch, ride and live. And when that day finally arrives, everything around us changes, yet the way our eyes see a motorcycle remains exactly the same. Because it was never the adult who made this happen, it was the kid inside who held on without fear, without doubt, without compromise. And now that kid finally gets to live life king size 👑

How beautiful is life? Sometimes we forget to ask, yet the answer always finds us. There’s a quiet magic in living behind a visor, inside that small universe of a helmet. The world outside slows not because it must, but because you finally do. The engine hums like a heartbeat, and suddenly life feels less like a race and more like nature itself, always shifting, always teaching, always alive. As the road stretches ahead, the earth opens gently, revealing things you would’ve missed if you hurried. Flowers bloom without asking for attention, trees sway like old friends dancing to your rhythm, birds cut through the air as if showing you a forgotten path, and the breeze kisses your skin, softly whispering, “This is life. This moment. You earned it.” Then, without warning, everything changes. Clouds gather, heavier and darker. The sun lowers, the temperature drops, and the once-friendly wind becomes cold and sharp. The sky cracks open, and rain begins, not softly, not politely, but with weight. Most days we say we love the rain, yet we run the moment it touches us. But not today. Today something inside feels different, lighter. There’s no rush, no fear of tomorrow, no need to escape the storm. Instead, there is silence. Stillness. Acceptance. You stay. You breathe. You feel. The rain doesn’t chase you, it meets you. And you realise life isn’t just about the clear skies and perfect roads; it’s about embracing every season, every shift, every unplanned moment. And as the world turns silver and soft, a quiet truth rises from somewhere deep within: Life was always beautiful. We just needed to slow down long enough to notice. #motoverse2025 #royalenfield #motorcycles

#COLLABORATION A day with the Celerio always feels special. Smooth drives, advanced safety, and stunning style that turns heads. India’s most fuel-efficient car with 6 airbags as standard for your peace of mind. Ready to feel it for real? Book your test drive today. @msarenaofficial #MarutiSuzukiCelerio #Celerio #MarutiSuzukiArena #DrivenbyStyle #IndiasMostFuelEfficientCar #Ad

What is the GT Cup? GT Cup is not just a race. It is a heartbeat, a small family with a fire big enough to light up an entire track. This was our third GT Cup, documenting every breath of the journey from the first zonal selection to the final race yesterday. Through all the chaos, sweat, nerves and late night fixes, one thing stayed constant in every single human I met, from rookies to seasoned pros to the entire Royal Enfield crew: an unmistakable love for the sport. The amateurs carried their hunger, the pros carried their wisdom and somewhere in between they all carried each other. Even after the final race, when the helmets came off and the adrenaline settled, you could still see it, a spark, a joy so raw that even exhaustion couldn’t dim it and a quiet planning already beginning for next year. The GT Cup may be small in numbers but it is enormous in spirit. It is a family where the world narrows down to the track, the throttle, the timing sheet and to the truth that position doesn’t define anyone here. What defines them is the way they keep pushing, chasing seconds, chasing themselves and chasing that feeling only the track can give. In the end, it is not just racing. It is belonging. It is becoming. @royalenfieldmotorsports [ motorsports, racing, Royal Enfield, GT ]

Burn yourself to feel the warmth. 🕯️ Music alone carries enough power to shake a room, but imagine a space where artists from every corner, every history, every storm they’ve survived, stand under one roof, not just to perform, but to offer pieces of themselves. Their culture. Their scars. Their joy. Their fire. Everything suddenly becomes louder, deeper, more alive. Each artist has their own language of truth, some speak through silence, some through chaos, some through fragile melodies that fall apart beautifully. But all of them know one thing: on the coldest days, the only way to survive is to burn a part of yourself, just enough to feel the warmth again. And if you truly want to understand an artist, don’t just listen to the songs that shook the world. Listen to the ones they whispered into the night, the tracks that never trended, the words they wrote for no one but themselves. Because hidden between those unnoticed lines is the truest version of who they are. . . #rap #music #spotify #artists #manmademachines

While I was already in love with the OnePlus 13, the OnePlus has taken everything not just one step higher, but to an entirely new level. None of the shoots I did were planned specifically to test the camera or capture perfect images, I used it purely in my everyday space, where nothing is staged and there’s no special setup, just moments as they happen. Everything unfolds in real time, either you get the shot, or you miss it completely. And in all those tight, unpredictable situations, what the OnePlus 15 managed to pull off with its 4K 120FPS Dolby Vision and all different lens options still amazes me. #ShotonOnePlus

I arrived in Aizawl 🌸 and time quietly loosened its grip. The sun bowed by five, yet the evening stretched itself like a gentle yawn, letting me wander, chasing frames my heart had been yearning for. A hush lived in the air, no horns, no hurry, only the soft curiosity of strangers watching, smiling at these boys who slipped through six hundred steps of uncertainty, risking bone and breath for the simple joy of motion. Rain clung to every stone, moss made the ground a slow invitation to fall, yet they moved like poetry: line after daring line, each turn more beautiful, each drop more divine. In Aizawl, even gravity seems to pause just to watch. 🌸

Not just believed. Felt. Lived 🪷. There’s something beautifully human about dreaming beyond reason. About setting our eyes on something we have no roadmap for and still walking like we’ve already arrived. I’ve spent years watching F1, and deep down, I always knew I’d be there one day, not just as a fan but to document it. I didn’t just believe in that dream, I felt it. And when that day came, it didn’t feel like a first. It felt like a memory finally catching up to the present. Like I had been filming it all along in my head and now, it was real. Every corner echoed something familiar. Every fan, every breath in the paddock, every flicker of light through the mist, it all felt right. It all felt earned. Grateful beyond words to the @ethosmedia.agency @555.live @lambrechtwout @_matthewrombouts for opening the gates, for the trust, and for making it all feel like home.

“To walk in is to begin becoming. To walk out is to carry who you’ve become.” Some artists win, and it feels personal, as if their victory somehow belongs to you too. Somewhere, in quiet corners of the world, people sit and smile, not because they’ve won something tangible, but because someone they admire has. And in that smile lies a silent push, a whisper that says go get it, your time will come too. One such artist is Sooraj. The way you enter his show is not the way you leave. Something shifts. Something clicks. You walk out lighter, or charged enough to finally carry what once felt too heavy. This isn’t just for those who play songs on loop because they’re catchy, this is for the ones who listen, really listen. For the ones who witness the evolution of a human being through their art. Everything around Sooraj might have changed, the venues, the crowds, the scale, but he remains the same Suraj I saw in his earliest days. The one who poured every last drop of blood and sweat into his craft. I’ve seen him perform many times before. But in Amsterdam, something felt different. He had become something greater, and still stayed grounded in the same raw spirit. That night, I stood in different corners of the show with my camera, trying to bottle every moment, just so I could relive everything I’m writing now, for as long as I can. @hanumankind @tarqeeb

Not for Glory, But for Healing There was a time when winning was all we knew. At the start, victory was the only goal, relentless, inevitable—until, one day, it wasn’t. And when the winning stopped, something deeper was lost. Some wounds cut beyond the flesh, leaving scars unseen, the kind that take more than time to heal. While the world moves on, only a few remain silent, waiting, believing in the day they can rise again. But this time, it’s not for glory. It’s for something greater. It’s for the years spent in doubt, for the quiet moments when faith wavered—not just in the eyes of others, but within ourselves. It’s for reclaiming the belief that slipped away. Because in the end, no one can lift you back up but you. And when that moment finally comes, when you stand again—not for anyone else, but for yourself—everything feels different. Every small victory is cherished. The eyes no longer search for approval; they shine with gratitude. The smile spreads, unstoppable. And the love for the game? It is no longer about proving anything. It is about healing. For you. For everyone who never stopped believing

I have no idea how these guys do what they do, but standing so close and capturing it has been a blessing 👊✊💨 Every corner either excites me with what I see through the viewfinder or stops me for a second, leaving me in awe of how effortlessly they make it all look. Sometimes it takes me days once the race is done to realise what just happened 🙇🏻‍♂️