We emerged from the cool, spacious and private palace grounds into the starkly contrasting streets around Charminar.
Under the sinking sun, the streets were abuzz with activities. You can find countless hawkers peddling as many kind of wares as you can imagine, to haggard looking women slinging yearlings upon their grubby shawled shoulders and gripping passer-by's arms, while making the universal gesture of a cup palm pointing mouth-wards with their free hand.
Under multicolored signage and advertisements, as well as uniform green flags we passed.
Beneath mighty stone arches and beside the autos and cars that inched forward, we slipped between the crowds.
Through the rich smell and cacophonic sound, wisping smoke and deepening shadows, between the people living their everyday lives, we saw and shot.
Despite touching elbows and knocking shoulders with the locals, there was never a moment of mistake that I was foreign. This was not a world I could be a part of. I was ever aware of our difference and our cameras further marked us so. Every so often, we would run into strangers asking for their photograph to be taken as if they would derive pleasure from being captured. That would be the subject of the following entry.
Under the sinking sun, the streets were abuzz with activities. You can find countless hawkers peddling as many kind of wares as you can imagine, to haggard looking women slinging yearlings upon their grubby shawled shoulders and gripping passer-by's arms, while making the universal gesture of a cup palm pointing mouth-wards with their free hand.
Under multicolored signage and advertisements, as well as uniform green flags we passed.
Beneath mighty stone arches and beside the autos and cars that inched forward, we slipped between the crowds.
Through the rich smell and cacophonic sound, wisping smoke and deepening shadows, between the people living their everyday lives, we saw and shot.
Despite touching elbows and knocking shoulders with the locals, there was never a moment of mistake that I was foreign. This was not a world I could be a part of. I was ever aware of our difference and our cameras further marked us so. Every so often, we would run into strangers asking for their photograph to be taken as if they would derive pleasure from being captured. That would be the subject of the following entry.
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