India’s skies never sit still. One month they glare hard enough to bleach every wall; the next they drape the city in monsoon gauze. Those swings— heat haze, dust swirls, rain curtains, winter mists—feel like the country’s pulse made visible.

Mausam began as a wish to bottle that pulse. I fed my own high-contrast photographs into an AI model, nudging it with prompts drawn from local weather lore: Loo winds, mango showers, Kashmir ki sardi. The machine answered back with scenes that lean into the surreal while keeping a fingertip on reality.

Think of each piece as a two-way conversation between the eye and algorithm.