This young guy was minding buffalo and cattle among the arid, thorny Barda Hills near Kileshwar. February 2007.All content © 2009 Pete McGregor
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It was a shock to see this. I'd been anticipating another happy, cheeky grin. What sorrow does he carry in his heart? I'm reminded of that little girl you photographed in the village in India.
stunning picture... sorrow, or deep wisdom... or both....
Lesley, I'd like to think it wasn't so much sorrow as a kind of curiosity, perhaps tempered by a degree of melancholy. But who knows what he was feeling? We had no language in common, so I have to let the photo speak for him.
Watercats, my guess would be elements of both. But what kind of wisdom does a life as hard as his confer?
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