Below the realms of spirit which we call ‘India’ are myriad layers of humanity. From the streets where life expectancy seldom exceeds 40 years, there is an ever present cry for survival. There is a beauty in India in the ideals of spirituality over materiality – a beauty to an observer’s eye, but a necessity for an Indian on the street. It is strange for a poor Indian to see a westerner seeking spirituality when coming from a land of such abundance. “Why, when you have everything, would you ever want to roam here?” they ask… At least bring an old pair of sneakers to hand on…
Women and children sleep rough on the curb side – Calcutta. SPhillips/elusiveworld
