My Landscape: A Photo Essay by Jahnvi Singh of Rohet

My Rajasthani brain glitches every time I see abundance.

What do you mean fruit just… grows here?

Flowers bloom like it’s no big deal?

Where I’m from, nothing gives without a fight.

It’s becoming clearer to me just how much our environment shapes how we move through the world.

How you trust, how you plan, how much you let yourself want.

It all starts with what the land gives—or doesn’t.

Culture isn’t invented—it’s inherited from the earth. It’s how we’ve learned to live with nature: to adapt, to endure, to believe.

Three hundred ways to fold a life, depending on where the wind blows.

I come from heat and hard earth. Where water is a wish, and growth is rare. Scarcity teaches you to look inward. To not expect ease. It’s not just where I’m from— it’s who I am.

Being here doesn’t undo that. But it reminds me that other environments have their own logic. Different struggles. Different instincts. Their own kind of toughness.

This isn’t a new realisation. But it returns every time I step outside what I know. Marwar lives in my habits, my caution, my sense of pace. I carry that landscape with me— even when the view has changed.