FROTH: THROUGH YOUR EYES

Bubbling to the surface.

Somewhere along a long ride out of the city, we pulled over for chai. A tiny roadside tea shop, a dusty bike, and a pause. The froth on our glasses had already started to settle, but the warmth stayed—of the tea, the conversation, the road, and the silence in between. Not all froth is loud or toxic. Sometimes it’s soft, barely there, like a reminder that we were here, and we shared something simple.

About the Photographer

Fahad

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