Me and my Express

I met this 'little man' in the train on my way to the holy city of Banaras.

Name: Rohan

Profession: Tea seller

Residential Address: Shiv Ganga Express which runs between New Delhi and Varanasi(For the last 2 years)

Work Experience: 2 years Hometown: Unknown

AGE: 9 YEARS

I have promised to give him a printout of his picture on my way back to Delhi as I am

traveling by the same train.

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crookedlinesSeptember 9, 2009 at 10:41 PM
Rohan definitely deserves his picture gifted to him...he seems to be a hassle-free model. You should practice portraits more....your forte appears to lie there.
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Danish SiddiquiSeptember 10, 2009 at 9:53 AM
fortunatly...he hasn't posed for any of the pictures...
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Pearl September 10, 2009 at 2:50 PM
Ah this touchy topic of giving prints making commitmenst to the strangers you meet on the way..Iv never been able to fulfilll my promises so far...but i try smiling everytime i am pressed into a promise like that. I like to beleive travellers like us become the wind element..they'd loose their essence if they get tied into promises! Besides it isnt ever the same..the clicking of the picture and disappearing and then returning to show the prints are just two diffrent people. The good thing about the lcd is you can always show the picture then and there to the humanity that you touch. Thier happiness and joy warms heart more than any appreciation by oter jaded elbow travellers can( like me to u and u to me!)its the power of making evry kid feel beautiful as you click them in the mud that makes this exercise so beautiful to me!
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