Living in Delhi exposes one to the most unimaginable scenarios. I routinely walk down different alleys around my studio and am never disappointed by what greets my eyes.
In this photograph, a rusted old bicycle holds the most vibrantly coloured bed spreads and other pieces of cloth. The owner of the venture was taking a break by having a cup of tea under the shade of a tree by the roadside. He had a long day ahead of him….
In some places of Delhi one can still see an old, coal run Ironing contraption. It takes a small load of coal, and a long time to heat up and stop smoking before the ‘presswala’ can use it on clothes. Its a common belief that nothing irons better than these heavy, solid and ages old contraption. But, there are fewer and fewer people doing this now and therefore finding them is quite a rare sight nowadays. Especially with a backdrop of these gorgeous colors!
A chubby little baby snuggles as though still in the mothers womb. The mother and extended family sell flowers nearby and this little one calmly watches through the gauzy fabric….
Atop all the gorgeous flowers, on a suspended hammock rests a little baby. When the summer heat becomes too much the hammock is covered with a sheet. Thus life goes on for the flower sellers and the new addition to their family…..
All within the passage of the red light turning to green…