A small passageway into a dharamshala was a pleasant rescue from the harsh summer's sun. She was deeply absorbed by the homework and didn't pay attention to a stranger that sat across. I sat quietly for several minutes enjoying the coolness of the shade and couldn't resist not taking a photo that revealed so beautifully in front of me. The click of the Leica was almost silent. I sat for a few more minutes and quietly walked out without disturbing her.
A year later I walked into the same dharamshala again with a little hope of finding her. I showed the picture on my phone to a woman sweeping the floor. She looked at me and smiled, then called somebody loudly in Marwari. Kumkum grew up since then and looked even more beautiful.
I promised to bring a print on my next visit.
Rajasthan, India 2013