Muhammad Bhai, 70, Mumbai, India.
“I prefer to get my news from the paper, I don’t like modern technology”.
Muhammad Bhai seemed like a Dharavi fixture, as relaxed with his paper. His favourite pastime is reading world news and he’s grateful that his vision still permits him to do so.
As he sat outside his house, I noted Muhammad Bhai appeared to be very content:
“I like it here. I’ve lived here all my life. I know everyone and it’s like a village. The only thing that has changed is it’s got busier”.
Kasturi, 74, Delhi, India.
I was instantly drawn to Kasturi. Both her face and eyes told so much, yet it was her words that affected me the most, as she acknowledged that now, only death awaits her …
Kasturi is a mother to three girls and two boys, although one of her sons passed away thirty years ago. She still looks after her remaining son who is deaf and dumb, a job that is very difficult but what else can she do? Kasturi explained she is aided by local boys who are like family to her. When I asked her about her own two Grandchildren, she said she could not say or do anything, but simply hopes they turn out to be good people.
Kasturi mentioned that many tourists ask to take her photo as she sells fruit and veg on the street corner and she’s always obliging as it makes them happy. When I asked her about own happiness and inspiration though, she said she is too old. She has seen everything and there is just death now. God has given her life and she has lived it.
“I’ve only done good. I’ve never abused or sworn at anyone”.