Lingual Bonds
Lately, the language politics in our country have been disturbing. But in the midst of it all, there are still people who live across states, languages, and cultures — happily and harmoniously.
The hosts are warm and welcoming.
The guests are curious, open to learning new languages, ideas, and customs — without burden or resistance. 🌍💛
Today’s story is about how she found connection beyond words while living in a rural part of Maharashtra, through sketching, broken languages, shared food, and lots of laughter!
Published today 9th story as part of my project I call "Frames of Her Life" ✨️It's a photo series that combines portraits with personal stories, highlighting the varied journeys and experiences of women. My intention is to engage with women in my vicinity, delve into their stories, and narrate them through both words and image!
🖋️ Read the full story at https://jaeeblogscom.wordpress.com/2025/06/13/lingual-bonds/
Portrait Photography by Jaee Jadhav | Story by Abiramie
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