A 6am auto-rickshaw ride took me to the salt pans near Kulasai. I was surprised to see that the harvesting was done almost entirely by women—unstoppable as they scraped, hauled, and balanced giant metal tubs on their heads with more grace than I have on flat ground.
What struck me wasn’t just the endless white or the mountains of salt (they honestly look like snow if you squint), but the people themselves—funny, fierce, and so good at what they do that the labour becomes a kind of choreography.
I hope these images feel as they did to me—alive, salty, and full of fierce joy.
