
Long ago, in Bombay, a man sat by a door. Framed by the doorway, leg bandaged, he probably thought about the futility of his life.
Long ago, in Bombay, a man sat by a door. Framed by the doorway, leg bandaged, he probably thought about ending his life.
Long ago, in Bombay, a man sat by a door. Framed by the doorway, leg bandaged, he probably wondered if anyone knew anything of his life.
Long ago, in Bombay. Yet, not so long ago.
I love your images Rajiv, always so thought provoking 😊
Thank ‘ee kindly, young miss… Much appreciated!
And I’m loving being called ‘young’!!!
Long ago, in Bombay. Great Theme and description..
Thanks!
Great image, and great commentary.
Hi Rajiv, your photos are so strong, love them, thanks for visiting my blog.
those who are freed from the chains of society are free and it is only this murderess system to prevent their happiness ….. otherwise everyone would follow them
That is ver true
The words conveyed the thoughts in the photo, Rajiv. Despair is what I see.
Leslie
Despair is there. Sometimes, when I look back at these old ones, I wonder if i tended to trivialise poverty
What ever your intent, I don’t think you trivialized poverty, you gave it voice.
Leslie
Oh, my intent was to give it voice. It’s just that so many people photograph poor people that I sometimes worry
I think it is good to put a human face to the issue.
Leslie
True
I see sadness and despair. The camera shows it all
I try to avoid such photos these days….
I know …
sad to see!
Yeah… That’s our country