India..... It has been two weeks since I landed in India. For two weeks, I've been to beautiful places and I was almost in the nest of beautiful people and surrounded by very normal features in my own term. Today, I've got out of the place what I considered normal and went to the market where I expected to discover reality, beauty but most importantly, another normal life in someone's term.
Right after, I got out of the taxi at the end of the market street, I felt the urge of taking photos of the normal life where millions of people spend their daily life. For sure, it was different from where I am from, which made me even more excited. I wanted to take as many as possible photos more than buying any items from there. Then, started to take photos whatever looked intriguing, but at some point I saw sad face, very sad face through my lens. That pure, yet sad eyes looking..... looking at me as if she does not even have any power left to tell me to stop taking her photo. She was beautiful. I could not dare to take her photo. Her beauty, her sadness made me realise the beauties that was surrounding me more than the intriguing things that i wanted to capture. The beauty of the soul, the beauty of sadness, the beauty of difference and the beauty of mess.
The boy who fetches pure water from the back of the big track to the shop vendors with the tired face but still happy that he is earning. Two Muslim women who look into colourful clothes with sparkling eyes yet know that they do not need them. Mom and daughter carrying rather heavy looking bags on their shoulders. Mom knows it is hard world but daughter thinks this is how it supposed to be and walking with smile even her shoulder hurts. Rather smart looking old man with long white beard, who sells many different things including exchange of different currencies only for his currency collection. Beautiful young girl with innocent and curious eyes who smiles at me when I focused my lens on her. A bit heavy weight lady who is walking faster on her speed to catch up with the man who is walking rather fast in front of her. Flirty motor driver who constantly stares and smiles at me while me hoping onto the sides of the roads for photos.
Oh life, how wonderful you are, even with your tortures. We take your tortures and after a while we make it our new normal and live through it simply.
India, you are such a beautiful mess. I admire your beauty.
EnkhEmpire xxx