The real story behind my favourite photo 💕


Dear Keeper of Split-Second Wonders,

It was years ago, when my daughter Arya was still small enough to fit in the crook of one arm.

We had travelled far, to the land of castles and stories (yes, the land of Game of Thrones).

Breakfast had just ended. We were standing outside, chatting with new friends. One of them happened to be the official photographer of the event. Nothing formal. No lights, no poses. Just sunshine, laughter, and little Arya wriggling in my arms.

And then, in a blink, it happened.
Arya turned. Reached out. Grabbed her father’s nose.
In the same instant, the photographer’s hand lifted. Eye sharp. Finger ready.

Click.

That was it. A nanosecond. A heartbeat, really.
And yet—it became one of my favourite photos of all time.

Because it wasn’t posed. It wasn’t planned.
It was pure life. Playful. Emotional. Real.

Without that click, the moment would’ve been lost forever, as so many are.
But thanks to her, it’s now an anchor to that morning, that year, that season of our lives.

When I returned home to Kolkata, I searched for someone who could do this again — who could sense a baby’s moods, move with them, and catch those fleeting seconds that vanish almost as soon as they appear.

I couldn’t find anyone.
So I became that someone.

That’s how Niddledy Noddledy began.

Born from a longing to hold on to the fleeting.
From a belief that photography, at its truest, is split-second memory-keeping.
Because babies live in bursts and blinks — and if we don’t move with them, we miss it.

I call it nanosecond photography.

So much of babyhood happens in less than a blink: a hand stretching, a giggle breaking loose, a sleepy sigh melting against your shoulder. If they aren’t noticed and saved, they dissolve into memory and are lost.

But if you catch them, they become anchors. They let you return, years later, to the sound, the feeling, the exact heartbeat of that moment.

This is why I do what I do.

For the laughter that comes back when you see the photo again.
For the tiny gestures that one day become the things you miss the most.
For the memories that can last a lifetime … and, if we’re lucky, even beyond.

With love, laughter & one perfectly pinched nose,

Suchanda
Niddledy Noddledy

Hi, I’m Suchanda, the ♥️ behind Niddledy Noddledy 📸
… once in a while, the stars align and everyone faces the camera at the same time.

As a mother myself, I understand how quickly the precious moments of life slip by—from the quiet anticipation of maternity to the joyful chaos of childhood. For many years, I’ve had the privilege of photographing families, capturing the giggles, the mischief, and those tender moments that make your journey so special.

My sessions are designed to create a relaxed, joyful environment where expectant mothers, little ones, and even the not-so-little ones feel free to laugh, play, and just be themselves. Whether it’s the serene glow of motherhood, a cheeky toddler grin, or the way your baby holds your hand, I’m here to preserve the details you’ll treasure forever.


Niddledy Noddledy

From belly laughs to baby steps — your baby’s story, soulfully captured ✨ @ NiddledyNoddledy.com

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