angkor photography festival”“
I wince in pain, as they pass by,
not looking or feeling.
The sea behind me roars,
so does my stomach.
Hungry for food and for love,
I beg for attention and for money.
If only they would see me once,
like a human being and not pierce me
with needle eyes.
Young boys at the water pipes below the Mahim-Bandra Bridge.
No shortage of style in the slums of Dharavi.