The sun lazily lightens up the rain sloshed street. But for the vendors of this street, business has already started and is in full swing.
They are so caught up with their trade that they don’t even take take the time to throw a glance at an ill groomed, tee shirt clad me with a camera hanging around my neck, trying to click snapshots of the din and cacophony from varying weird angles.
I see vendors unloading their produce, a man cutting banana leaves for sale, flowers being tied together to be sold for the local deity.
A man has just opened his shop, and awaits his customers as he delves into the newspaper updating his worldly wisdom. A boy, dripping with grime and dirt, shyly tugs at my shirt and points his finger at my camera indicating his desire to be clicked a portrait. I readily agree and he hops off happily, after seeing his face on my camera screen.
A cherubic girl walks by daintily, her teeth stained a shocking pink of the cotton candy in her hand (refusing to pose for me). I keep walking merrily taking in the scene, losing track of time and reach the end of the road where I see people enjoying themselves at a fair. Life is what we celebrate. All of it.
Text and Photos by Dr. Sriraam Kalingarayar