The wholesale flower market at KR market in Bangalore brings a smile to everyone who visits this place. For the average household in Bangalore, the temporary market which lasts for only 3 hours in the morning has been romanticized so much so that people do not see beyond the obvious. What about the people whose sweat makes up this place. Here you see a photograph of a daily labourer whose day started at 12:00 midnight hand hauling pushcarts loaded with goods like an ordinary beast of burden. His day does not end too soon and his only rewards are to make at least 1 square meal per day.
This is not the only such person here or in other parts of Bangalore or India. As I was walking around camera in hand photographing flowers and other happy folk, this man stopped his cart next to me and asked me to take his photograph. I asked myself what joy he would derive out of this since he would not be able to see this photograph ever again, and in a flash I understood. He was asking me to acknowledge him.
He was saying to me, “I exist, and am as much a part of this urban fabric as you are”.
Is it too much to ask that we at least spare a thought, if not anything else, for these unspoken people we take so much for granted. Give them the dignity of acknowledging their existence