Laughter spills through sunlit courtyards, where women sit cross-legged, hands adorned in intricate henna, tracing stories onto skin—swirls of ancestry, love, and play.
—Hyderabad, India
Joyful Mayhem.
Laughter erupts as women chase, duck, and twirl—bare feet skimming the earth, bangles clinking, hands reaching to pop a friend’s balloon before their own meets its end. Joy crackles in the air, as vibrant and fleeting as the balloons themselves, yet as lasting as the bonds they share.
