She is
- dot jpeg
- Apr 30
- 2 min read
There’s a list, and she sits pretty high on it.
We first met back in 2015 through a mutual, and it took a couple of interactions — a leap of faith — to know that I wanted to do this. She was a breath of fresh air. Vogue, yet an old soul. Something I didn’t know I had always desired. I felt liberated, with room to make happy, accidental mistakes.
What followed were three beautiful years together — three unforgettable years, but only after a rocky start, a test of commitment, and a shared willingness to make it work.
She introduced me to people — her people. I formed meaningful, deeply real relationships and got to know different walks of life that would shape me and offer experiences I’ll always carry with me.
Those three years weren’t perfect, no matter how beautiful they were.
We fought, drifted apart — sometimes for weeks.
But no matter what happened, we found our way back to each other.
We grew together, but we also watched each other change. And we began to realise that staying together sometimes requires decisions — hard ones.
We couldn’t see eye to eye on many things. Couldn’t accept that we were slowly falling apart.
It was painfully bittersweet to want something so deeply and still know, somewhere inside, that it wasn’t meant to be.
We parted ways after three years, not knowing if we’d ever see or speak to each other again.But we couldn’t stay apart for long. As painful as the separation was, the allure of what we once had kept pulling us back. Not once, not twice — but three times.
We kept coming back together, only to be separated again. And again. And again. Each separation, a quiet confirmation — that something once beautiful, once whole, had now run its course. A thing of the past.
We lost our innate and intensely personal references — the things that were only ours, the things that made us, us.
Our radical changes meant that no matter how much the heart longed for what was, we couldn’t be together anymore.
She is Bangalore.
These photographs are fragments of a place that held my heart — now available as framed prints for those who see a piece of their own story in them. Prints & Postcards now available exclusively at our store, shop.jpeg and on our website, dotjpegstudio.com
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