I remember shooting the little boy one Ramzan evening. I saw him sliding down the railing with his father yesterday. It was like running into friends except they did not know me.
The story of Delhi as I see it
The story of Delhi as I see it
I remember shooting the little boy one Ramzan evening. I saw him sliding down the railing with his father yesterday. It was like running into friends except they did not know me.
Wanderings in Delhi 