Here in Punjab, in villages that don’t exist on Google Maps, my camera becomes a witness to loss. It’s the kind of loss that amplifies as time passes. Every time a cop is acquitted, every time the government calls the survivors “liars,” and human rights activists “terrorists”, the loss grows wider. The wider it grows the darker it gets. Sometimes, I’m afraid this loss might swallow the earth. I feel an urgency to contain it, to push it back, to find a way to heal.