Wada Koli, Nirona Village – Bhuj March 23, 2018
When I asked her if I can click pictures, she gave me a half-smile and a nod, more with resigned acceptance than enthusiasm. Then she turned away, leaving me – another alien with a camera and some good intentions – to my devices, and continued to watch the day’s proceedings in silence. If I found her fascinating, so had others before me. More will, after. She knew that. In the meantime, she had so much on her hands. And mind.
If the deep lines on her twenty-something face continue to haunt me, whose fault is it?