Rohit Sharma

Not showcasing a fantasy travel. Today I sit at a bus station in a Tier 4 town and await my bus, while also keeping a track of the work. It's different than sitting inside the AC office. In the Indian ground, you sweat, & get dusty. You also see the interior landscapes, greenery, gray clouds scattered over the horizon, rivers & people. People, as I said, they humble you sometimes. I boarded a public bus and I am accompanied by an underweight looking woman. She is carrying a naked baby on her hands and in a while started breastfeeding him. She has two other kids clasping around her. Their feet are dusty and they look tired. One of them has spots in her skin. They are traveling from Bengal & coming to her husband who is ill. She looks desperate for reaching destination and keeps asking me the remaining distance.. Bus started and in some time I got a kind request from the person sitting behind me. She has covered her face with a white cloth, and also wearing bl...

Portraying a salon hair dressing center, situated at a lesser known thin lane, somewhere at a dense colony of the city of Pune. It's cloudy outside. It's mid afternoon. Dark clouds hovering overhead. Not too many customers are arriving today. It's Saturday and also the religious tune of Saawan plays an important role. Many devote this period to Lord Shiva & Maa Parvati. They avoid certain things like not eating non-vegetarian food, avoiding cutting nails & body hair. The salon is run by three gentlemen. Together they have hired the space and run in cognizance. They are good friends. All belong to the village native towards North India. Among themselves, they talk in awadhi language. When there is no customer they discuss all kind of topics. They are easy going. There is a wooden bench inside the room. When there is no customer, they sit there casually, and even not talking for brief, filling the space with comfortable silence. One of them could play a so...