At the break of dawn, the Gomti River becomes a living canvas painted in soft golds and silvers. Amid this natural splendour, a lone fisherman stood as a humble artist, his net the brush and the river his muse. With each graceful arc of the net, ripples danced across the water, narrating a timeless story of perseverance and hope.

His face, lined with the etchings of time, bore the quiet wisdom of life on the water’s edge. The tattered fabric of his clothes and the sturdy calluses on his hands spoke of struggles unknown to many. Yet, his movements were fluid, almost poetic, as though fishing was not just labour but an intimate ritual with nature.

In his world, wealth wasn’t measured in gold but in the morning’s catch—enough to feed his family and see another day. The Gomti cradled his efforts, mirroring his resilience in its calm waters.

This photograph is a tribute to the unseen artistry of survival, where beauty thrives even in the simplicity of life’s struggles.