May 16, 2011 – More than twenty poor pilgrims were resting in a secluded area from Lachman Jhula, not far from the river banks.
I walked uninvited in the poor man’s house and they welcomed me with open arms. I felt ashamed to have brought the camera there and it seemed heavy and unnatural in my hands. It pained me to look at those people through expensive lenses, but they eased my burden by warmly greeting me with smiles, palms in prayer and “Namaste”.
