Streets of Agra – a snippet
I love this picture.
The frail man with legs that look like they will break under the pressure. His orange hair, like so many around here, a failed attempt at hiding the grays cheaply with henna.
The bike, rusty and frail, would have been garbage back home, but still going, like most of the mechanical devices in India.
The woman, effortlessly perched on the bike, hidden under her shawl, faceless and her bright yellow sari, the only delight in the setting.
The bystanders in the background, a regular scene across the streets of India, as are the crumbling or never finished buildings.
The elegance of Sanskrit on the rough wall, peaking from the past.
