Quick drops on the glass … Twilight a man thinks of life … Slipped away … Yet it was there … It was enough to reach out … All gone, even the love to regret …
Human swarm of Indian stations … Yogic waitings for trains, smallcamps, crowds of hopeful travelers resigned.
Rattle of trains crammedfull, dripping with human hands and hearts over their axes of iron, and some people wait no longer moving.
Bindiya was there alone,it is afternoon, but no longer has the strength to groped a shelter or go to the temple … And ‘in the middle of the afternoon, but the waiting roomshe made her home and wait, in broken English words are lost in thebraking of a train sizzling …
Thin shuffling noises, crowds throng the temple floor, door votive requests,a work, an husband for the daughter, recovery a lost love, a deal, already two hours before dawn it is difficult to move, the silent rapt silence is broken when the sun rises, a hole in the sky. The crowd rises as one man and moves, I carried with them the sacred litanies, the melancholy thoughts of the night that will be swept away by the day … I’ve got a request for Bindiya …
Back from India… A lot, too much pictures.
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India Street Photography
There’ s time in which you would like to be somewhere but not here.
Thinking about the future…
Sometimes I’m so near… Sometimes I’m afraid.
India lost in time street photography.
Sometimes something happens. I’m afraid of what I see and feel… Nothing will be the same.
India somewhere lost in time.
I really like a lot India and travelling in all Asia. A lot of street photography there…
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