Wheels of Time: Stories from the Soil

Beneath the shadow of a bare tree, an old man stands with his bicycle — a humble portrait of grit, endurance, and simplicity. His body bears the sun’s touch, his face the wisdom of years lived close to the earth. There are no grand monuments here, only a man and his cycle — together they’ve weathered decades of dust, monsoons, and silent struggles.

The bicycle, rusted but standing, is more than a mode of transport — it's a witness to journeys made without applause. From carrying goods to fetching water, from market runs to distant fields, every pedal stroke is a silent act of survival.

In his stillness, we see motion. In his silence, we hear stories.

This frame doesn't just capture a person. It preserves a time-tested way of life — fading, but not forgotten.