Pushkar, India
2017
She was playing with her little brother, pouring water over his little head. Both of them seemed to enjoy the refreshment thoroughly in this dry and dusty place.
When we walked by, the adult man on the ledge said something to her that I could not understand. He started playing music on some sort of selfmade fiddle, and gestured her to start dancing.
The smile on her face disappeared, like the last patch of snow does on a sunny winter day. Slowly she started a routine of traditional Rajasthani dancing, guided by his fiddling.
We asked the man if he could show us how they lived, instead.
When we walked by, the adult man on the ledge said something to her that I could not understand. He started playing music on some sort of selfmade fiddle, and gestured her to start dancing.
The smile on her face disappeared, like the last patch of snow does on a sunny winter day. Slowly she started a routine of traditional Rajasthani dancing, guided by his fiddling.
We asked the man if he could show us how they lived, instead.
