Aarav stood on the edge of the Okhla Bird Sanctuary. The sun was setting, a bruised tangerine orb sinking into the grey haze of the Yamuna. Thousands of migratory flamingos had painted the water pink. It was breathtaking. And everyone was missing it. Around him, fifty people stood with their backs to the birds, facing their smartphone cameras. They were pouting, smiling, pointing. “Golden Hour vibes! #Nature #Peace” “Flamingo season with the bestie!” They weren't witnessing the sunset; they were manufacturing evidence that they had witnessed it. They were reducing the sublime to a 9:16 aspect ratio.