(I was unable to post any pics for the last seven days due to technical snags - my comp gave up on me. However, I shot everyday and wrote everyday and realized that it's become a habit now; a part of who I am. Continuing where I left...)
This picture was taken at a traffic junction. I was on my way to an official meeting when, as usual, I was caught in the middle of a horrendous traffic jam. There is nothing much you can do, sitting inside your car, surrounded by a sea of still vehicles. I usually listen to music, read magazines (yes, in Bangalore you can actually get enough time to flip through magazines at traffic junctions) or take photos.
In front of me was this van carrying cooking-gas cylinders. And sitting amidst those cylinders was this boy. He was as still as everything around him.
There was nothing alive about him except for his unconsciously beating heart.
I was trying to get a feel of the world inside his head, but his eyes were shut to the world, though open in a mechanical way. He seemed to have locked the door that would've given the world a glimpse of his soul.
It was an extremely disturbing image.
One so young, with so much life ahead, but already dead.
Will he be a dead man walking for the rest of his life? I hope not!
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