I’ll Just Leave This Untitled

WordPress suggested that I could say hi, so well, hi.

This blog was a result of an impulsive decision.

the only impulsive decision I’m proud of.

There’s not much to know about me. Even if there is, I’d rather let it unfold in the posts I publish in here.

But hey, a brief introduction of sorts?

I’m Manya, 17, living in India. Travel, music, photography. Your quintessential teenager.

In addition to that, bi-weekly existential crises that make me stare at the ceiling in the hopes of finding purpose and construct my future.

I have known myself to have a problem with every single thing under the sun, or otherwise.

Nonetheless, there is one thing I can never find a fault in: art.

It’s my solace, my little happy place. I can express myself without fearing any judgment of sorts and I guess it’s managed to keep me sane for so long.

I am otherwise forced to live in reality. Hence, I always mange to convince myself that I am, in fact, a misfit.

Maybe I am, who can know these things.

On this blog, expect.. potentially anything.

Here, my efforts to make a change, even if it is small, one word at a time.


Had never shared this photograph anywhere before, thought I should put it up here. Hands down one of my favourite photos of all time. The power of faith is etched on the tiniest of hands. 
Jama Masjid, Kashmir. 

July 2014.

​My last post was 4 and a half months back and I don’t even have justifications anymore, I’ll just return from the hiatus like it never happened. 

A lot, LOT has happened in the past year, and I’ve managed to document most of it in photographs. 

I’ve also recently been acquainted with the convenience and magic of phone photography and I’m slowly realising that maybe the moment is so much more important than the means I capture it through.

Here are a few photographs I took- 

We Keep This Love In a Photograph

‘please take pictures of your friends. take pictures of your friends when they laugh, and when they are happy. and when they are sad, too. take pictures of them partying, studying, eating or sleeping in your bed. take pictures of their new hair color, take pictures of them when they roll their first cigarette, and take pictures if their last, when they quit smoking. take pictures of your friends just being themselves. tell them they are beautiful all the time you think it.
they may dislike the pictures now. but one day, very far from this year, they will be thankful.’

(via tumblr, all credits to the writer) 

Friends got me this polaroid camera for my 17th birthday. I’m so thankful and blessed.


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I tend to forgot about this blog a lot many times but I’m glad I can always come back to an unusual homely feel and everything feels the same.

Here’s some of my mom’s work when digital cameras didn’t exist.


London, 1993