<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Tamanna Sinha]]></title><description><![CDATA[Portfolio]]></description><link>https://www.tamannasinha.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2026 14:07:58 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.tamannasinha.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Euphemisms]]></title><description><![CDATA[A reflection on the words we choose when truth feels too difficult to say aloud. Beginning with a scene from the film Closer, this piece explores how language softens grief, heartbreak, distance, and uncertainty, and what it means to stop translating our emotions into something easier to bear.]]></description><link>https://www.tamannasinha.com/post/euphemisms</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a512d385c421b82021a7bc9</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2026 17:53:33 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d370c8_ab00a3edc74c4c079f87193c468e6c4a~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamanna Sinha</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Everything Looks More Honest At Night]]></title><description><![CDATA[A love poem about the quiet chaos of liking someone. It explores the strange persistence of memory, the questions that never find answers, and how ordinary places, songs, and moments begin to carry the weight of someone who is no longer there.]]></description><link>https://www.tamannasinha.com/post/everything-looks-more-honest-at-night</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a512b174edfc4e4ec45299a</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2026 17:34:19 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d370c8_7b0f097d40ed4691b3ba6ce4dc9f4fbc~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamanna Sinha</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[En Iniya Pon Nilave, Kumarakom Backwaters]]></title><description><![CDATA[A photographic essay documenting the changing light across the Kumarakom backwaters over the course of a day. Guided by the rhythm of the Tamil song En Iniya Pon Nilave, it reflects on stillness, observation, and the quiet beauty that you see only when you slow down enough to notice.]]></description><link>https://www.tamannasinha.com/post/en-iniya-pon-nilave-kumarakom-backwaters</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a511f695c421b82021a5dfd</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2026 16:38:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d370c8_df951aee1e334fea87fddf3b4a259e6c~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamanna Sinha</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Cyanotype 101]]></title><description><![CDATA[An introduction to cyanotype printing for beginners and the curious. Combining history, science, advice, and personal experience, this guide explores one of photography's oldest printing processes while sharing lessons I learned through trial, error, and a lot of Prussian blue!]]></description><link>https://www.tamannasinha.com/post/cyanotype-101</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a50bd28661479e527e120df</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2026 09:38:37 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d370c8_f765f572339c49d6816676ead6ad99ac~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamanna Sinha</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>