Heart vs Mind
I was photographing a lady cuddling her young child. She had the smile of someone content with everything around her. She was sitting on a footpath, probably in her early twenties, had matted hair, had half of her saree draped around the child’s back, the child trying to grab her thin waist trying to hold still. As the child tugged at her waist, I noticed that her clothes were giving way. No one around her cared. Had it been a wealthier girl, people would have been drooling all over her. Did money make so much of a difference? It suddenly started raining and as I tried to rush around trying to find a place to shove my DSLR and the only working lens that I had into my bag, I noticed I was grabbing thin air. I almost caught myself falling out of bed but that dream left a profound impression on my mind. As I stood beneath the shower fighting water pellets being fired at me, my already worked-out heart popped out of my body, advised my body to have fun for a while and went out all by i...