Forgotten password?

Bought as a guest? Create an account

Children of India

INDIA- Vanarasi

“Hello, sir, hello! You buy this to remember your father, your mother, your brother, your sister. I have fire. You put in the water…” the boy pitches. “Only five Rupee,” he recites what seems to be the mantra for Varanasi’s omnipresent invisible children.

INDIA | Sunday, 8 August 2010 | Views [392]

“Hello, sir, hello! You buy this to remember your father, your mother, your brother, your sister. I have fire. You put in the water…” the boy pitches. “Only five Rupee,” he recites what seems to be the mantra for Varanasi’s omnipresent invisible children.

Add your comments

Name: Email: Message:

Nobody likes spam:

In order to avoid spam on these blogs, please enter the code you see in the image.
Comments identified as spam will be deleted.

The whole city is a gigantic bazaar – everyone is peddling something. This little girl was making “donas” – bunches of marigold and roses with an earthen lamp, all arranged in a leafy bowl. I wonder what these are for...

3 of 4

This time, the tourist said NO. “You broke my heart, sir!” says he. If you just decide to give them money, they give you a puzzled look that makes you realize that to save their fragile dignity you must accept a little something of what they are selling. From my India trip, I remember the hot weather and food, the warm colors and people, and the pervasive materialism and spirituality. But what I can’t forget are the incredibly worn eyes of the children of Varanasi.

Photo Galleries

Where I've been

My trip journals