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Photos of a day in Mumbai in June



India tour of textiles




Beaten as his own game!

Some time back I was speaking at an event in Chennai, and, as the only foreigner in the crowd, I definitely attracted the attention of the photographer. I don’t know how many pictures he clicked of me while I was sitting, listening to the other speakers… I did not react. Rather I posed a bit, hoping I could get a nice portrait out of it!

In between speeches, we were invited to do some relaxation exercises, including working on our breath. At some point, we had to close our eyes, close our ears and do the humming sound. I was quite engrossed in the experience when I suddenly saw red flashes through my closed eyelids. Was it some supernatural stuff?? Had all my chakras opened and was I seeing the blinking light of enlightenment?? I couldn’t resist opening my eyes, and who was there with his big lens pointing at my face less than a meter away?? The photographer!! Now, that was slightly irritating…

He finished his show later on while I was sitting at my table, waiting for the conference to start again. I could see him taking selfies with his cell phone. And it didn’t take me long to figure that he was trying to have me in the frame! Followed a sort of game where I was trying to get out of the frame and he would adjust his position, shamelessly, for a good five minutes. I let him take his photo, just to get rid of him.

India,photographer,white girls

India,photographer,white girls