I was in Chandi Chowk, one of the tight, narrow and extremely busy streets running through Old Delhi. This rickshaw driver pulled up in front of me and stopped. He didn,t ask me if I needed a ride which most others surely would have done. He seemed to be just taking a well deserved rest. I studied his face and immediately prepared my camera, he nodded his assent at my request for his portrait... the street was so crowded, I knew this would be hectic, and it was! People were pushing his rickshaw, yelling at him to move on and make space, or just simply laughing and making fun of him. He didn,t blink or move a muscle, he was totally in the moment and I could sense how much he was enjoying it! Without any instructions from me he never looked into the camera, he just stared up above the lens, catching the light in his eyes... I wandered into this alley into Old Delhi and stopped immediately at the sight of the dusty pile of old bikes and metal waste. Another example of "chaotic beauty" in India. It was strangely quiet,I distinctly remember being alone, which is a very rare occurrence in a major city in India! I didn,t move on but instead unpacked and prepared my camera, perhaps from instinct? It was then then that I noticed the gentleman "appear" from behind the bikes. He was a drug addict I was later informed ( by the crowd that eventually formed around us) He was constantly on the move, lighting and re-lighting his "kick "...popping up and down, but I got lucky, for just once or twice he stayed still for a few seconds and gazed intensely into my lens....
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