Yar Kaya Cheez Hai

I remember when I first saw her skinny brown barefoot figure—covered with a shade of blue darker than the sky above us—walking towards the temple where I was playing with two little Indian children. She arrived as silently as she existed, reflecting all that was the brown earth with her brown skin, and all that was the blue sky and blue waters with her blue dress. She seemed to shoot me with her dime-sized chocolate-chip eyes, so I asked her if I could shoot her with my camera. Silence permitted me to enter her world and unfairly attempt to contain her whole being in something as mortal as a picture.

Yar Kaya Cheez Hai