This song of Phil Collins usually comes to mind whenever I see people selling wares roadside. It is not that I despise them for the filth they carry, but the defeat I see in their faces and their willingness to stand for one more day under the blazing sun. I do not see the purpose of their existence as such. Must am really amazed at the obstinacy to live for one more day. Most of the time they don't have an ambition, but at the same time they have this dire necessity for live to breathe and to eat. These are the things which keeps them alive, even at the fringes.
This photograph was taken on January 7th, 2010 at India Gate, New Delhi. The guy was selling papad.
