Worker. Gingee

The ballon. Gingee

So long time waiting for the bus, and the monsoon rain does not stop.
Many buses coming and leaving, never the good one; just providing an always changing colored background.
Luckily, mam bought me a balloon....

Sellers. Gingee

Grandma. Gingee

Market scenery. Gingee

Smiling. Gingee

In the bus.

Making pots.

Eyes.

Mischevious.

Sorrow.

Student.

The bride, with her mother is going to come in the hall; a new life ,she have to leave her mother and will live now in her mother in law house.
A diificult moment...

Wedding

The trail is drived all around in the village, before going to the hall.

Tea shop.

In the bus stand, a nice fresque in the tea shop.

Copper. Gingee

The daughter of the blacksmith, very kind girl, on the left, the cauldron for tea his father is working on.

Water point. gingee

Everybody is waiting to get water at the public pipe.

Working. Gingee

Women are the main workers in India for carrying materials.

Here they carry cement and sand, on the head.

Sisters? Gingee

Bus stand, are they sisters? will never know...

Laundry. Gingee

Doing some laundry, with a big smile.

Make up. Gingee

Evening time, in a small street of Gingee a mother is combing her daughter's hair, she is very proud of her, because she is really beautiful.

Bus stand. Gingee

The bus stream is endless...

Violet. Gingee

School is finished...

Little bird. Gingee

I spent 4 days in Gingee, hoping the end of the rain.I used to go at the bus stand, very crowdy in this village, expecting for shot opportunities.This little girl belongs to a gipsy orphan group who stays all along the day in the bus stand for begging.I never give money to kids, so the first time she came to me, maybe she have been disapointed, but quickly she showed big interest to my camera.
I took a snap and showed her the LCD screen.Joyfullness.All along theese 4 days, she came to me, in the crowd, from time to time;sometimes alone, sometimes with another sister or friends, never to ask for money.I felt her little hand pulling my tee shirt, and she was here asking for a new portrait, looking at me in her own way, half interrogative, half curiosity.And, after looking at the screen, she flew away, like a little bird...until the next time.After leaving Gingee, I miss her some days, even today writing this note...
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Bracelets. Gingee

Bus stand in Gingee, she is waiting for a bus, it can be very long in India...I convinced her to shot the bracelets, but not her face, she was really shy...