the best part of India
April 6, 2016 - single portrait
we travelled India last year, we already told you that. of course we aimed to make as many friends from strangers as possible and document our journey through rajasthan, utter pradesh and delhi via the faces and stories of people who were going to cross our way, for our personal memories in the first place and for you, kind reader. but mentalities are very diverse, different countries have different people who have different behaviors when it comed to be getting photographed. in europe, for example you should expect rejections now and then, in the u.s. people love to present themselves with proud gesturs and tell you their successful life stories willingly, in he middle east it might be difficult depending on religion and gender on both sides and of course the language might be a big obstacle in many regions remote from the big cities, where most people know at least a little english. therefore i worried about how it would be in India and how easy it would be to ask people for their portrait even though i expected it to be hard to learn their stories, too, which in my eyes is even the major part of how i make my travel memories and walk the world in general. to be honest, any concerns were needless. people in India properly asked for being photographed and were overly gracious talking to us in Hindi, English or Hands-And-Feet. well, we make a rather flashy couple, there was no place to hide before the curiosity of people on the streets who stopped to gaze at us or just to say “Namaste!”
this gentleman stopped by with his car on our very first day on the road in the jhunjhunu district of rajasthan with our trustful driver and most lovely charcter, Mahinder Singh. We were busy exploring a small Mogul-time well we didn’t know yet we would see many during the trip. the gentleman, while he talked to Mahinder and asked questions about us, waited patiently until we came back to the car, just for one single reason: to say “Namaste! welcome in my country. have a save trip.” he gifted me the most delightful smile when i raised my camera in an asking manner. it was the best start a stranger, a foreigner, a traveller could ever have. i wish those who sit in the middle of all their redundant luxury goods in the western world would only understand the true meaning of a warm, friendly welcome this man gave me without expecting any in exchange, before they suggest to “build a big wall”, to declare the use of fire arms against people who run for war and poverty as a legal instrument or gamble with refugees’ lives at the country borders.
the best part of India is its people.
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