Bliss, unphotographed

04 Aug, 2026

A picture is worth a thousand words. Maybe.

But when I want to hold onto a moment, I prefer words to pictures.

A photo freezes one second. Words capture the whole thing — the smell, the sky, the way it felt in my chest — everything.

Like this, from my Gokarna trip blog:

I watched the sun set while I was floating in the middle of the sea. And the water around me turned liquid orange. It was pure bliss!

No photo of that sunset would have done what these three lines just did. I wasn't there again. But for a second, I was.