Many different India’s
The day after my encounter with the man who lay dying, half on the road and half on the pavement in New Delhi, I made my way south by train to Goa. As a way of proving to myself that India is still stunning and beautiful though complex and at times mystifying to me, I made this portrait on my arrival at Palolem beach in south Goa.
I was once corrected by an Indian scholar during a conversation we were having about life in her country, I had reffered to India as if it were just one place with only one people. She quite rightly reminded me by telling me“always remember there are many different India’s”.