“Uncle uncle, please meri bhi ek photo.”
“Nahi, ek hamari saath mein pahle.”
“Uncle uncle, ek meri akele photo.”
“…”
“Uncle, ek aur. Nahin ek aur please.”
“…”
“Isko nahi pata. Main sunaati hoon. La-Ilaaha Illallah…”
“…”
“Accha uncle, please meri ek aur photo…”
Children always make an amazing subject for photographs. Like these three girls (maybe they were sisters, maybe they weren’t), who just coaxed me into photographing them. I’m happy I did. Each of their portraits says so much.
I’d rather like to hear from you about what you see in the portraits.
The rest of the photographs are the usual suspects from Iftar time and after spent around Jama Masjid and Old Delhi.
(Not guilty of nihari today either, in case your mind was feeding you thoughts.)
We would have been so whacked if we spoke to strangers. and to ask them to take pictures? I don’t even want to think what it would amount to in whacking terms. My Mum and her sister, when they were very young, brought home a packet of roasted peanuts each from a chacha in the street , in exchange of their gold earrings.Yeah, I can’t imagine what that amounted to in whacking terms either.
Your post reminded me of the story, and how trusting we are at that age. So impressionable. And how each of those impressions affect us to be the mostly cynical people that we are.