A photo essay of a traffic signal in Mumbai
We were waiting at a traffic signal. A truck on one side. And a eunuch in a red saree wandered towards us, begging. A common sight really. But I was curious as to what she looked like, what kind of a person she was.
A taxi stood a little behind us, the driver quite disgruntled because the light wasn’t changing fast enough and he had had to pay the eunuch, unlike us who were in an airconditioned car
I rolled down the windows and beckoned the eunuch with my camera. She didn’t want her (his?) picture taken but she wasn’t annoyed, just shy. I gave her Rs 5 for the picture though she didn’t demand it. She was giggling.
I was distracted by the endearing little boy on the other side, selling flowers. Roses.
He saw me with my camera and was curious. His dark intense eyes held me in their grip as he came nearer. His curiousity kept me clicking. He stood and posed, a hint of a smile on his lips
He didn’t try to sell the flowers. He seemed dumbfounded that someone found him interesting enough to take a picture. I tried to smile and looked into his eyes…
Only then did I understand his life. His pain. A childhood all but gone. These eyes are going to haunt me tonight.
Related Viewing: A photo-essay of a traffic signal in Mumbai
An aerial view of Mumbai city
Mumbai to take on a new skin – photos of some famous Mumbai landmarks
A few more Mumbai snapshots plus info on real estate costs in mumbai
View all posts filed under the category of Photography
View all posts filed under the category of SlideShows
An email forward about the Mumbaikar in a nutshell
Faces of small town India
Related Reading: Street children denied an education