NADT labourers

Santha Bai's daughter. 

Everytime, I could see her only with an abandoned look in her tearful eyes. This morning, she was seen playing alone with three white flowers in a broken piece of mudware. I think of my son whenever I watch street children. How unlucky, how forlorn they are born..How, throughout their whole colourless lives, some unshared insights into exploring the world aesthetically remain ignored, unblossomed. Had he been here, Siddharth would have only been too happy to play with her...

Santha Bai 

She was only too happy to pose. When I beckoned the little girl,

suddenly Santhabai appeared secure. I tried to make her smile toothily but she appeared to fall into an existential confusion whether to do that at an extraordinarily fat man making faces at her non-stop, without provocation.

 Santhi Bai 
She surprised me with the impromptu guesture of compositing her stance by way of suddenly placing that gravel vessel snatching it from Subhadra Bai. How proud this woman must have been to proclaim her work before an absolute stranger ! No, it could not have been that she was getting to be more and more uneasy....

Subhadra Bai 
Santhi Bai had just set a precedent which was undeniable 
as to its simplicity in thought. Subhadra had just to follow her more creative mate.

Parasuram

By default, both Parasuram and Bhagath Singh draped the soiled shawl around their necks ritually. It was as if they considered this lean stretch of crumpled cotton as their best exhibit about their shriveled bodies.

 Bhagath Singh

 Brijlal Koike. 
I was happy that he had no reservation in asking me 

for a drawing like the one done yesterday on the kid