China Doll and her father
The Meher Baba Assocation fund this school for the local children
It was as if someone took a bright light and shone it into all of the dark corners of my life, exposing the all the things I'd never wanted to see... but that's another story.
These are just pictures.
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Ahmednagar, near Pune, India |
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Yusuf Jeepwalla. The man who drove us up from Bombay on a
mountainous, monsoon-running road... who reversed half-a-mile on
the "main" road to show us a cobra, coiled flat and dry, run over
while asleep... whose wife Jamila fed us curry and chapatis and sweet
desserts, all cooked over a primus stove... who told us of the
night he woke, thinking Jamila was trying to wake him by tapping
on his back, when all the time it was a young cobra, swaying
hypnotised, bumping its nose against Yusuf's spine...
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Yusuf's breakfast | China Doll and her father
Local boys and Yusyf Jeepwalla's jeep
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Washing-up, Indian-style, outside
Yusuf's house
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Walking in the streets of Ahmednagar
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School at Meherabad | The Meher Baba Assocation fund this school for the local children Mohammed, Meherabad
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Jade, Dylan and Karli, Yusuf's outside bed,
and puppies from the street
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Dylan and I near the railway line, Meherabad
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Returning home from a day's work
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Feeding the waterbuffalo
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Children everywhere... working, playing, watching...
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