I asked for his permission to photograph and he said, ‘Go ahead Uncle Jee.’ Jee being like Sir.
I promised I’d get a haircut from him.
Camaraderie and Bonhomie as young members of a village go to a picnic on the Shimla road. Most probably they are going to Pinjore Gardens a heritage site of terraced gardens well maintained and centuries old. People love to picnic on the immaculate green lawns under tall trees.
WHY THE BURKINI FUSS?
IT WAS COMMON IN THE LAST CENTURY’S FIRST HALF AND THE NINETEENTH CENTURY.
POURQUOI LA FUSS burkini ? Il était courant au premier semestre DU SIÈCLE DERNIER ET LE XIXE SIECLE en Europe et dans les Amériques .
I have been switching off the lights, closing down
Staying aloof from the world
And this picture comes
Of Omran dug from the rubble
Of a bombed site.
Oh Lord he looks like our kids
He is so baffled
What befell him?
It is haunting me the face
And the 29 children
By a 12-14 year boy
Vengeance of those who hate.
The devils of our society
Gone mad in Syria with weapons now
Of mass destruction.
His face jumps out
Late in the night
I can’t sleep
Till this blind hatred persists
In the world. I don’t
Want to sleep. I’m asking
What can I do?
How can I help?
What should I repair?
Who should I talk to?
His face will haunt me on my deathbed
I thought I would say then ‘Oh Lord forgive me’
Now I will say, “Oh Lord forgive them
And take care of Omran.”
Etiliyle © - la poesia in una fotografia ™
[Musings on Cultural History ~ Clothing, chiefly]