the heart yearns, for what, it doesn’t know

A young woman showed us her film on getting to know/see Delhi. She said later, I was not interested in the dead monuments, those dead things. She looked at her dilemnas through her neighborhood, her neighbors, the sun, light and wind around her own house. Perhaps when you live in a city, your dilemnas are too entangled in its fabric for you to be able … Continue reading the heart yearns, for what, it doesn’t know

ramesh and bhima smile reluctantly

Ramesh and Bhima were begging outside a South Indian cafe. They are dressed as faux-sadhus, and carry thick ropes around their shoulders, with which they offer to whip themselves for money. I left my meal half-eaten because I wanted to talk to them and photograph them. Before I could squeeze my way past the narrow tables crowding around each other, the otherwise suave, educated young … Continue reading ramesh and bhima smile reluctantly

on making Urmila and Sheela smile

They walked up to the taxi at the signal. I was ready with my camera. I rolled down the window and said, “I’m going to take a photo of you.” They looked a little confused. I asked, “Where do you live?” “Here,” she said. “And why are you begging? And making her beg too? What is her name?” They smiled, and posed again. Urmila and … Continue reading on making Urmila and Sheela smile