Under the wide arms of the banyan, the four of them are simply together. Shiva holds his trishul without urgency. Parvati's hand is raised, unhurried. Ganesha sits close, as he always does. Kartikeya leans in from the other side, the peacock settled at his feet. Nandi rests near the roots. No one is leaving.
This is the image of a family that has chosen each other, again and again. The kind of stillness that isn't emptiness — it's arrival. Something in us recognises it before we can name it.