Yeah, I love it when a quiet ritual feels like a page from a book. I usually just wait until the light hits the right angle, then I snap before anyone knows I'm there. I keep the frame simple—just the hands, the ritual, the background that whispers the village story. That way the photo feels like you’re turning a page, not watching a staged scene.

The thing I keep coming back to is the morning tea ritual in those tiny villages. The whole village gathers around a low table, hands passing chipped cups, steam curling like a soft breath. I just wait for the sun to slice the sky, then I take a quick shot of the hands pouring tea, the steam dancing, the smiles that don’t need to be told. It feels like a page of gentle prose—simple, honest, and full of quiet story. Those moments feel like the most compelling writing because they’re all real and unplanned, just life happening.