ILLUMINATION

(PHOTO CREDIT: DALE ROGERSON)

“Mum, why can’t I have just one of them hanging umbrellas, even the smallest one will do”, intoned little Amish tugging at the edge of his mother’s saree.

“No my love, they are not for sale and even if they were, we cannot afford them”, said the 28-year-old Varsha, a daily wage worker employed in a nearby construction conglomerate.

“But there are only 3 of them and 10 umbrellas” Amish screamed. “We need one to keep the rain away. What do they need it for?” Tears flowed down his emaciated cheeks.

“To shield them from the light” said Varsha.

(WORD COUNT: 99)

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The credit for the breathtaking photograph goes to Dale Rogerson