Photography is never planned—at least, not the kind that lingers in your soul. It happens in the in-between moments, in the quiet when the world is asleep, in the flicker of light that appears for just a heartbeat before fading into the dark.

This latest work was born in a fleeting second, when shadow and glow collided, when the ordinary became extraordinary. I did not chase the moment; it found me. In that instant, I saw light and image embrace, dancing in the quiet symphony of time. A moment so fragile, yet so eternal.

I pressed the shutter, knowing that some moments are not meant to be repeated. This is why I photograph—not to capture what is seen, but to preserve what is felt.

Because sometimes, in the middle of the night, when the world forgets to watch, beauty reveals itself in its purest form.