a muslim butcher in fort cochi, kerala, takes it to a water buffalo.  the water buffalo loses.

two coolies unload bananas for a fort cochin, kerala, food wholesaler.

a young hawker in bundi, rajasthan, selling the ideal souvenir for a backpacker.

a rajasthani girl in bundi - clearly goaded on by her friend - anxiously awaits having her portait taken.

from my guesthouse, fireworks explode the early evening silence.  the night fills with the sound of drums, the sky is red and blue and bursts of white.  india is magical.  i walk out the guesthouse gate and am greeted by hundreds of dancing revelers.  what else did i expect?