Of all the cities in Rajasthan, Jaisalmer surprised me most.
I had prepared myself for gold and dust, a city beautiful in its austerity, but spare. No greenery, I assumed. Certainly not this. I turned a corner in the old city and stopped where I stood. A wall of bougainvillea, dense and completely unhurried about it, had taken over an ancient sandstone structure entirely. The stone looked older than anything I could place. The flowers looked like they had always been there.
The contrast didn't feel decorative. It felt almost defiant, all that colour insisting on itself against all that weathered stillness. I stayed longer than I meant to. I had to honour the moment somehow, so I could keep returning to it.
This photograph exists in an edition of 15. Not because editions are expected, but because some moments deserve to live in only a few rooms.
Meet Poulami
I’m a Mumbai-based watercolour artist creating meditation-inspired work from my studio sanctuary. Each painting begins in stillness, shaped by nature’s rhythm and the quiet beauty of imperfection.
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