The Indian Road Romeo
Anjanwel, Ratnagiri Dist
शाळा School
When you first look at thewalls a typical school in India you are stunned by how bright it is. The badly drawn maps, faces of leader, local heroes, lectures on cleanliness, national birds, animals and flags of the country and sometime state. The girl and the boy riding on the rocket like pencil with the world Sarva Siksha Abhyaan written in different languages, the expression of the children in various hues of joy. Then you see the list of toppers and other such marks of time. Look closer and then you see the names, scratches and incomplete stories of the children who went away to the far corners of the country or even planet and will come back someday to see how small the school that grew larger and larger in their memories actually looked.
Location:
Anjanwel, Maharashtra, India
Shirdi

Imagine the history of India told from the point of view of the millions of horses that stormed in from the steppes up north, the horses that died in the ashwamed yagnas of hopeful invaders, the ones who galloped through the bone dry expanse of Persia, shipped by the millions into the ports on the west coast, Panipat, Talikota, Haldighati, the ones who kicked dust in the brigade grounds and the passes of the Khyber. Through the eyes of racehorses and the white horse named Don who thrills us tourists.
Shirdi

Resting after pulling pilgrim tourists.
Suranga Date, a friend who saw this photograph on Facebook, had these words to add:
They represent
the feet of some
wishing to pray to
the Powerful Benevolent One,
waiting to receive
some benefits
in their own lifetime.
But unlike
some representatives,
they are abandoned once
the work is done;
they have
no subsidized canteens,
so pensions,
not even free hooves
for self and family,
free water
or even clean lounges.
There's is just
to remain tied
amidst the dirt
while all the yojanas
go full blast
like the AC
exhausting
on the other side...
Location:
Shirdi, Maharashtra 423109, India
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