I arrived in Sri Lanka thinking I would stay for ten days.
I came with a simple intention — to pause, to reset, to spend some time alone. But as the world shifted, so did my plans. My flight home was cancelled due to the outbreak of war in the Middle East, and just like that, ten days quietly became three weeks.
At first, it felt unexpected. Then, somehow, it felt right.
The days began to stretch and soften. Mornings were shaped by yoga and long, quiet breaths. I found myself moving slower, noticing more — light, textures, small moments that might have otherwise passed unnoticed.
There were experiences that stayed with me in a deeper way.
I joined a group of activists, visited a local school, and brought donations. Nothing extraordinary — just simple things. But the way they were received, with openness and joy, is something I keep returning to. There was a kind of presence in those moments that felt very pure.
This series of images is a fragment of that time — of slowing down, of letting go of plans, and of finding connection in unexpected places.
