People and More..
Your eyes beamed with a million stories,
I could read only two,
So I captured it in my frame
And lent it to a million eyes.
A million stories found a million writers, directors
All I had was a frame
Every one found their reflection
In what your eyes say.
Nobody knew when,
The frame became water
Transforming each single day.
People wait for work in Chawri Bazar
Its been a lifetime doing work. I cook for my grandchildren now.
An old man looks at a cat beign chased by dogs full of valour.