Photo Series by Neha Sharma
They do not speak, yet they’ve seen everything.In this photo series, doors and windows are no longer silent architecture — they are characters with memory, emotion, and temperament. Each one stands as a witness, a guardian, or sometimes, a gatekeeper to childhood itself.
The broken wooden door in one image creaks with age, but holds strength. It leans slightly, tired, but still standing — much like the grandmother who once used it to call children in at dusk. Beside it, a child sits, lost in thought, as if the door is his only friend, listening quietly to secrets too heavy to say aloud. This door is not just wood — it is loyalty .
Further along, a narrow iron-grilled window opens just enough to let a curious eye peek through. Behind it, a little girl watches the street, her world confined yet alert. This window is shy, hesitant — the kind of soul that observes but rarely speaks. It is the observer in this story — never involved, but always knowing.
Then comes the wide-open blue door, chipped but cheerful, inviting a burst of sunlight into the frame. Children run out from behind it, into the street, into life. This door laughs. It is the extrovert , the dreamer ,
the gate that lets joy out and lets possibility in. It reminds us that freedom doesn’t always come from escape — sometimes it begins with an open door.
In contrast, a shuttered window stares blankly from a crumbling wall. Behind it is stillness, abandonment, a pause in time. A boy leans against the wall below — thoughtful, unmoving. The window here is forgotten memory , like a closed chapter waiting to be read again. It doesn’t judge, but it holds on — to silence, to dust, to everything left unsaid.
Another image frames children playing near a temple door — solid, ornate, unmoved by time. This door is the guardian , heavy with faith and tradition. It does not open easily, but when it does, it lets in prayers, community, and history. The children here are not separate from it — they play in its shadow, under its protection, unknowingly carrying centuries in their laughter.
The beauty of the series lies in how these characters — the doors and windows — interact with the people around them. They are not backdrops; they are co-narrators. Each one shapes the emotion of the frame: comfort, confinement, nostalgia, liberation.
They connect each image not by similarity, but by contrast . Just as no two people are the same, no two thresholds are either. Yet together, they form a silent conversation — about how space defines emotion, and how openings and closings shape our childhoods.
“The Quiet Witnesses” is not about what lies behind these doors and windows. It’s about what they allow us to see — fragments of truth, framed in wood, iron, and wonder.
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Photography© by Neha Sharma .
Witnessing A Visual Story.. Awesome Visuals.. and excellent write-up Neha ji…