Hi, is this the road to lamayuru monastery?
No, you’ve crossed already.
Oh, can you tell the route please!!
Go back, reach there turn there, reach there turn there.. there you will find the monastery.
[While the kid was giving out directions, my focus slowly shifted from finding route onto him, wondering what he was doing at this construction site.
Slowly another kid faded in from the background running towards us]
The two had complementing skin tones and the kid’s hat was visually appealing.
Can I take a photo of yours?
They didn’t say anything, but stood focused with frozen expressions.
Is a smile too much to ask for ? should I ask them for a smile?
“Take what there is. Avoid forced expressions!!” told myselves trying to capture their natural best in the cold.
Moments later, three others joined the party.
Now there are 5 in the frame .. laughing, smiling, giggling compensating for the silence in the village.
They were excited to be captured, to pose. Quite visible
I asked them permission to capture although I knew their answer.
Would you mind if I take your photo? in a Hindi that I knew.
There is a psychological reasoning behind asking permission to capture people.
Not only this grabs the attention but also facilitates comfort in frame.
Developed this new habit from someone close…
Thank you, I smiled at them and was about to leave satisfied with my shots.
The one in the middle dubiously stepped forward, asking for preview of what I took..
Then there were 5 heads into the lcd monitor of the camera assessing my shots.
they looked at themselves, mocked their friends, and left with a smile giving their approval.
They made sure that I took their pics right… verified, certified OK.
One of them asked softly, “Chocolates.. do you have chocolates ??”
Sorry, no chocolates. But let me see what I have.. wishing to find something that could satisfy these kids . There was badam pack I picked up at leh market… you like these?
he took a sample from the pack, did QC and then took a handful assuming them for chocolates.
The one in the middle hesitantly took a few into his hands, ‘take take..’ I welcomed them to have it as they wish.. just like that, they almost emptied the pack of badams.
The first one came again and I gave him away the cover. Their pants had little holes that drained the badam in one’s pocket. Op.Save Badam has began.
It was indeed a pleasure to have lost my way. Otherwise, I never would have crossed these little souls.
Chocolates, chocolates. Like a Nomad looking for food, I was searching for hot water and Chai anywhere and everywhere I go.
The way he said chocolates clung onto me that I desperately looked for chocolates everywhere. At chai stops, at petrol bunks, at restaurants, at dhabas and in the wild but couldn’t find one.
It was cold, and the drive made the atmosphere way too cooler. And I need a chocolate. Chocolate is my new destination.
Sharing some other moments —>
Little boss in Lamayuru
Happy to pose