Small campground at the edge of the city was long awake. Drums by the road indicated that traveling musicians settled here. Not for long- month or two at most, or until government officials make them move out. Then they will go to the next town… then the next…
Friendly gestures inviting me into their temporary homes were coming from quite a few tents. Tea and chapati were offered in every house I walked in.
Saying that “only a poor man’s door is always open” is perfectly true! Not having even the bare minimum and being able to share it without asking anything in return is truly amazing! It touches me every time, deep.
Bikaner, India 2013