1 city...11 faces

I have tried to capture the different moods of 11 different people(including an animal) while they were being photographed knowingly or unknowingly in the holy city of Varanasi(also known as Banaras and Kashi).

I am sorry for not posting any photographs of ghats and other rituals which this city is known for as this post is just about its people.

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Anusheel ShrivastavaSeptember 15, 2009 at 1:41 AM
good ones! each is a story on its own. My favorite in this is the 2nd last one...amazing details.
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crookedlinesSeptember 15, 2009 at 9:07 PM
These are awesome....its always much better when your subjects are so unassuming...they seem to relax, lens or no lens....perfect for photography.
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CKSeptember 21, 2009 at 1:46 AM
your most interesting sequence, its always a good idea to get close-ups of human faces and their emotions. these pictures apart from their share of expressions, have the right mix of colours which makes them stand out. but, i'will still say you havent clicked your best yet....keep looking in the box! Best SC
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Pearl October 30, 2009 at 3:06 PM
I ahd thought you would have more interesting images from benares..youve put very few! :(
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Faisal AhmedDecember 9, 2009 at 12:46 AM
loved it...pleasure to sore eyes...
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