Announcing the Winner of the Photographer of the Week – Week 07, 2025

Gripping the cold metal handles, they hold on—not just for balance, but for survival. Yet, the handles mimic handcuffs, maybe movement does not always mean freedom. Trapped in the cycle of labor and exhaustion, they sway with the Mumbai local train, going somewhere yet going nowhere. In this dim-lit train, agency fades, replaced by routine, and the journey becomes just another form of confinement.