Compared to Veer, the older brother, Arvik was the quiet and reserved one. When I first arrived, I spotted him peering out from the bedroom like a curious cat, his bright eyes taking in every movement. Unlike Veer, he didn’t immediately flash a big smile or dash around. Arvik exuded a calm energy, but there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that hinted at his playful side lurking beneath the surface.
During the initial phase, Arvik tested and observed me cautiously. Despite Veer’s attempts to engage him in play, Arvik remained steadfast. However, once the barriers began to crumble, Arvik blossomed. Laughter bubbled forth like a rushing river, and I managed to capture some truly priceless moments brimming with love and vitality.
Gaining entry into their world demanded patience, perseverance, and a gentle presence. They needed to feel safe and at ease in my company, to see me not just as a photographer, but as a trusted friend. And when that trust was established, it was the most rewarding feeling imaginable.
