We are part of the thousands of trees you pass by. We are the mountains, standing tall for centuries while civilisations rise and perish. We are the reflections of the boats that have traversed through us time and again. We wait, watching, wondering. We might be overlooked, but we do outlast all. Photos: K K Nayan; Text: Shahrukh Ikhtear
We are part of the thousands of trees you pass by. We are the mountains, standing tall for centuries while civilisations rise and perish. We are the reflections of the boats that have traversed through us time and again. We wait, watching, wondering. We might be overlooked, but we do outlast all. Photos: K K Nayan; Text: Shahrukh Ikhtear
We are part of the thousands of trees you pass by. We are the mountains, standing tall for centuries while civilisations rise and perish. We are the reflections of the boats that have traversed through us time and again. We wait, watching, wondering. We might be overlooked, but we do outlast all. Photos: K K Nayan; Text: Shahrukh Ikhtear
We are part of the thousands of trees you pass by. We are the mountains, standing tall for centuries while civilisations rise and perish. We are the reflections of the boats that have traversed through us time and again. We wait, watching, wondering. We might be overlooked, but we do outlast all. Photos: K K Nayan; Text: Shahrukh Ikhtear
We are part of the thousands of trees you pass by. We are the mountains, standing tall for centuries while civilisations rise and perish. We are the reflections of the boats that have traversed through us time and again. We wait, watching, wondering. We might be overlooked, but we do outlast all. Photos: K K Nayan; Text: Shahrukh Ikhtear
We are part of the thousands of trees you pass by. We are the mountains, standing tall for centuries while civilisations rise and perish. We are the reflections of the boats that have traversed through us time and again. We wait, watching, wondering. We might be overlooked, but we do outlast all. Photos: K K Nayan; Text: Shahrukh Ikhtear
We are part of the thousands of trees you pass by. We are the mountains, standing tall for centuries while civilisations rise and perish. We are the reflections of the boats that have traversed through us time and again. We wait, watching, wondering. We might be overlooked, but we do outlast all. Photos: K K Nayan; Text: Shahrukh Ikhtear
